The movie began, cigarette smoke still lingering in the theater. After the announcement, the protagonist, played by Wu Changyun, first appeared on screen. It's rare to see someone of Wu Changyun's level of looks in an action film these days. After all, someone who can fight, act, and look good is incredibly rare.
Watching the movie he shot again from the beginning, Wu Changyun was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. He also hoped to see the audience's expected reaction. When the scene where the bullet hit Wu Changyun's face was broadcast, he looked back at the audience's expressions. No one said a word. The light from the screen shone on their faces, and their eyes were focused straight ahead.
Wu Changyun breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand it if he ran into someone who left halfway through the show.
When the film was halfway through, Wu Changyun could hear their discussions.
"That Japanese guy is so mean."
"Can this fall?"
"This fight scene is so cool."
Wu Changyun, the film's lead creator, was filled with joy, perhaps the elation of having his work recognized. The shipyard fight scene was particularly poignant, with many viewers gasping in wonder as they watched the protagonist plummet from the beams. The nearly one-hour-and-forty-minute scene played out until Wu Changyun stood up at the very end. Just like any other moviegoer, everyone left in large groups, nothing special.
"I don't know if it will be successful." Wu Changyun sat in the audience and watched the entire movie. Although the movie embodies his hard work, the audience is always unpredictable. Many times, the things he worked hard to make are just for his own entertainment.
"Okay, I think it's good." Fushun said.
At this moment, the film's behind-the-scenes footage began to play, showcasing the thrilling action. Because the theater hadn't been informed of the filming, the lights had already come on. The audience members around them returned to their seats, while some who had already left returned. Wu Changyun and Fushun stood in the aisle, waiting for the long three minutes to end.
The people in the theater were finally excited, with a tide of praise, and even the elderly people applauded.
"This is absolutely the best movie I've seen this year."
"Honestly, it would be a shame if this movie didn't become a hit. I've never seen such cool fight scenes before, and then that high-altitude jump at the end was actually real. It was crazy."
Listening to the audience's discussions, Wu Changyun quickly pulled Fushun's clothes and said, "Let's go, let's go."
"Ah? Why?" Fushun still couldn't react.
Someone in the crowd pointed at Wu Changyun and shouted, "Isn't that the male lead?"
"Wow, really, he's even more handsome than in the movie. Love it."
Wu Changyun awkwardly greeted the audience, then said modestly, "Thank you all for coming to see my film. I hope you will support it and help spread the word to your neighbors."
Wu Changyun bowed, but unexpectedly the female fan came over to ask for an autograph. Wu Changyun spread his hands awkwardly and said, "I didn't bring a pen."
The crowd rushed over and blocked the aisle tightly. Fushun hid aside with a smirk and asked the staff outside for a pen, shouting: "I have a pen, here is a pen."
"Why are you still messing with me?" Wu Changyun complained in his heart. He didn't dare to say anything in front of his own audience. Some fans even asked him to leave their names on his clothes. Wu Changyun also just realized that signing has been popular for a long time.
"You are so handsome." The little fan girl was not tall, and when she stood in front of Wu Changyun, his figure only reached his chin, and she said with eyes full of peach blossoms.
"Haha, thanks for your support, thanks for your support," Wu Changyun said with a simple smile. The congestion continued until the show was about to start. Staff members rushed over to disperse the crowd, and even Hollywood's manager arrived. Fortunately, the theater was only half full, and there were staff members inside to explain the seating arrangements. Otherwise, the staff outside wouldn't have been able to squeeze in.
It was already past three o'clock when Wu Changyun and Fushun came out of the cinema. It was time for tea, so they found a tea stall and ordered two bowls of tea.
The tea stall was not far from the cinema. Seeing someone just coming out, Wu Changyun deliberately found a seat with his back to them. At this time, a slightly fat man sat directly next to Wu Changyun. When he looked up, it was Huang Bingyao.
"This movie will definitely be a big hit at the box office." Huang Bingyao said with a smile, while Fu Shun on the side was grinning foolishly.
"Yourself? Why didn't I see you just now?"
"There were too many people surrounding you, so I didn't join in the fun. Du Qifeng went back to work at the TV station and said he was going to watch the night show at Wenhua." Huang Bingyao replied.
"The effect is quite good. Maybe it can compete with Shaw Brothers' films."
Shaw Brothers' films are always on their schedule, but Wu Changyun hadn't had time to look at them this time, so he asked, "What are the films running at the same time?"
"Yi Le just finished filming, and there are also the Seventy-two Tenants who came out a day later than us."
"Seventy-two tenants?" Wu Changyun asked in surprise.
"Yes, but the best-selling movie today is still Bruce Lee's new movie. What a pity." Huang Bingyao sighed.
Wu Changyun nodded. There was no doubt that Enter the Dragon was the box office hit of this year. Judging from the Hong Kong box office alone, 72 Tenants would surpass this last work of Bruce Lee.
The three of them talked and laughed until dusk before they parted ways. When Wu Changyun and Fushun returned to the community, they unexpectedly met Wen Jing, who had been selling tickets before. Wen Jing didn't look happy when she saw them, and walked straight up the stairs. Wu Changyun and Fushun had no choice but to follow behind.
"Why are you two following me? You perverts, right? I heard a bunch of hooligans came to my house. Don't do anything rash, or I'll call for help." Wen Jing rolled up the magazine in her hand and pretended to hit him.
"What a shame this world is." Wu Changyun ignored her and walked straight past Wen Jing and got ahead.
The two were about to return to the rental house when the old lady said from inside: "Wenjing? You're back?"
Wen Jing, who was standing behind the two of them, was the old lady’s granddaughter. She hadn’t been here for a month.
"How have you been recently? Come in and let me take a closer look. I'm cooking now, so don't leave today." The old lady held Wen Jing's hand.
The two looked at Wen Jing with some resentment. Wu Changyun wiped his face and held back from saying what was in his heart. The two returned to the house. The partition was not soundproof, so Wen Jing and the old lady's conversation outside could be heard clearly.
"How is your mother now? Is she feeling better? Has your father gone back to see her?"
"Don't mention him, my father is dead." Wen Jing sat on the stool playing with her nails, watching the old lady pick the vegetables she bought.
"Hospitalization fees and living expenses."
The old woman didn't reply. She handed Wen Jing the small wad of money she had prepared in her pocket, then turned her back, not daring to look him in the eye. After all, he was her own son, and she was responsible for his current situation. Before she could say a word, Wen Jing entered the house, searched for something, and then left. Wu Changyun was surprised to see three or four motorcycles parked downstairs. Wen Jing got on one and left the complex with the roar of the motorcycles.
"Grandma, you spoil her too much." Wu Changyun couldn't help but say.
"You don't understand our family affairs, and outsiders can't interfere," the old lady replied.
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