Chapter 416

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"Today is a good day, today is a good day..."

Li Ye hummed the happy and joyful melody, following the small path under the night sky all the way back to his dormitory building.

Today was a day worth commemorating, because the relationship between him and Watching Wen Leyu had achieved a key, major breakthrough.

Unknowingly, Li Ye and Watching Wen Leyu had known each other for nearly three years. If this were decades later, they would have been as familiar as could be.

But in this world, Li Ye had only slowly reached the point where their lips had lingering fragrance.

But the feeling of this first step made Li Ye feel a great difference.

When Li Ye first met Watching Wen Leyu, she was just a rose that had just sprouted, with only very small flowers, wrapped tightly, not showing herself to outsiders.

So for these three years, Li Ye had been in a process of watering, fertilizing, raising seedlings, and cultivating.

He was patiently waiting for Watching Wen Leyu to grow up, patiently waiting for Watching Wen Leyu to know how to give back.

Watching Wen Leyu had drifted with Teacher Ke for these years; Teacher Ke had taught her almost all social coping skills, but couldn't teach her what "love" was.

So in one aspect, Watching Wen Leyu was completely lacking.

During the most important period for a girl, she had no best friends, no friends, and almost couldn't even speak. How could you expect her to understand how a girl likes a boy, and how she should cooperate with the boy's "claws"?

So although Watching Wen Leyu knew who she belonged to, that bud of hers, which was becoming more and more attractive, seemed to have a slow reaction, and for a long time, she was unwilling to bloom for Li Ye.

Facing Li Ye's care, Watching Wen Leyu would at most sway a dance exclusive to Li Ye when the breeze blew, and occasionally, after a long autumn night, quietly brush past Li Ye's hand, staining him with a few drops of the cleanest morning dew.

But if you expected her to pounce on Li Ye as passionately as a rose in full bloom, forget it! She didn't have that skill and would even instinctively extend her rose thorns to prick Li Ye's fingers.

But today, Li Ye finally caught the opportunity to urge the carefully cultivated flower bud to open a crack, letting the flower fragrance that had been brewing for a long time flow out quietly.

Li Ye was extremely happy.

The flower fragrance cultivated with patience was indeed refreshing, pure, and natural, and it was shy and engraved in his heart, and it belonged exclusively to him. This feeling made Li Ye linger and unable to extricate himself, almost making Watching Wen Leyu unable to breathe.

Although she gave him a hard kick on the calf afterward, Li Ye knew that such things only had a first time and countless times. After today's breakthrough, the next hurdle was not far away.

It must be said that a flower bud cultivated for three years had many layers of petals, slowly blooming layer by layer to achieve a positive result, which was completely different from the fast-food love of later generations.

Love in later generations focuses on a fast pace; you throw ten thousand yuan in, and it's like opening a bottle of perfume—intense, powerful, and you might even be counter-killed by the girl, with adrenaline instantly soaring to a very high level.

But after the intensity... those who truly love each other and achieve a positive result are only a minority.

Another large portion of people always feel like a happy husky that has suddenly been put on a dog leash, which can be pulled by someone at any time, and even if they bark, they can't resist.

Of course, if you are strong enough, you are the one holding the leash, and you can lead others around at any time, regardless of gender.

Li Ye felt that he and Watching Wen Leyu should be the most beautiful companions who didn't need any dog leash, would be inseparable, and would rely on each other for survival.

This little life really had something to look forward to.

"Hey, Brother Li Ye is back..."

Just as Li Ye walked to the bottom of the dormitory building, he saw Director Xiong, who was sitting on the steps smoking, put out his cigarette and greet him.

Director Xiong of the Chang'an Film Studio was an honest man. Since forming a bond with the Gujun Literature Society last year, he had been mailing or sending people to deliver some Chang'an specialties every few days for over a year.

He wouldn't include any letters, wouldn't ask about their well-being, and wouldn't send any delicacies, but that simple, honest quality won the favor of the students in the literature society.

Also, because Li Ye gave Director Xiong an idea and took the lead in the "Town House Armor" project, it had now successfully exported and earned foreign exchange.

So, in terms of personal relationship with Li Ye, Director Xiong was much closer than those directors.

Seeing Director Xiong, Li Ye asked strangely: "Old Xiong, if you had something to say, couldn't you have just told me earlier? Why wait here for me?"

Director Xiong smiled unnaturally and said: "There were too many people just now, and some things weren't easy to say."

Li Ye nodded and said: "Then let's go back to the literature society and chat! It's not easy to find a restaurant at this hour, I have wine and some snacks there..."

"No need, no need, I'll just say a few words and leave."

Director Xiong declined repeatedly, then said embarrassedly: "Actually, Student Li Ye, you saw it just now, Liu Xiaoru from our studio is quite suitable to play the lead in your script, but she hasn't played a lead role before..."

Li Ye laughed: "Old Xiong, with our relationship, you're embarrassed to say this? What's wrong, is walking through the back door illegal?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense," Director Xiong immediately waved his hand: "I'm not here to ask you to walk through the back door! I know the seriousness of this task.

I only ask that if Liu Xiaoru is indeed more suitable than Gong Xue, you can put in a good word."

Li Ye looked at Director Xiong and suddenly asked: "Does that Liu Xiaoru have a relationship with you, Old Xiong?"

Director Xiong was startled, then quickly denied: "No, no, brother, don't think wrongly. I'm a big man, it doesn't matter much, but ruining a woman's reputation is a sin..."

Seeing Director Xiong being so serious, Li Ye knew that a few words wouldn't be enough, so he pulled him to a quiet bench and asked for the details.

"Over ten years ago, Liu Xiaoru was also a key talent in our studio, but later, because of her family background, her husband despised her and divorced her..."

"It's not easy for a woman to live alone with a child, but at least having a child gives you something to look forward to, right?"

"The situation has improved in the last two years, and Liu Xiaoru's child has grown up. But just as she was about to see the light at the end of the tunnel, the child's biological father took the child back, because now they don't encourage having many children, and that man has no son..."

"What's worse is that there are all kinds of gossip in the studio. In one week, Liu Xiaoru looked like she had aged ten years, and she was almost driven to death..."

"I, Old Xiong, can't stand seeing such things, so when I saw your story outline this time, I showed it to Liu Xiaoru, and she burst into tears. Even a man like me couldn't take it..."

Director Xiong, a man like an iron tower, actually talked to Li Ye in such a long-winded way, which wasn't as simple as the "few words" he had claimed.

Liu Xiaoru's experience was different from Yang Huaihua's, but the suffering she endured was much more severe than Yang Huaihua's.

Yang Yumin was determined to be with Yang Huaihua, so no matter how uncomfortable Yang Huaihua was, she had her son in front to support her.

But Liu Xiaoru's son didn't know if he was weak-willed, or still young, or if his father's family had some ability, but he had already been taken back. Coupled with the gossip around her, one could imagine her psychological pressure.

Li Ye thought for a moment and asked: "Old Xiong, judging from the scene Liu Xiaoru just performed, she should be suitable. But can her current mental state support a month of filming? Don't let her become a lunatic while filming, that would be a joke."

"No, absolutely not," Director Xiong said firmly: "She has survived the bitter days of the past ten years. As long as she has something to look forward to, she will definitely be fine."

Li Ye understood; Old Xiong came to find him today just to give Liu Xiaoru something to "look forward to."

Sometimes, when a person is facing adversity, something to look forward to is the spiritual pillar that supports her to face it strongly.

"Alright then!" Li Ye said cautiously: "I have some friendship with the Hong Kong side. I'll talk to them, but the director will have the final say."

"Then thank you so much, brother," Director Xiong said gratefully: "To be honest, I really meddled in a personal matter this time, but I really want to make it happen. A person has to have a conscience, right?"

Li Ye smiled and nodded: "Old Xiong, you're a good person. But let me tell you, making a movie is a professional matter, and I, a layman, can't guarantee anything. If she's chosen, it's Liu Xiaoru's own ability."

"Hey, it's not all about ability. If it were all about ability, Liu Xiaoru wouldn't have ended up where she is today."

Seeing Li Ye's puzzled look, Director Xiong smiled and whispered: "Big brother, do you know what price the Hong Kong side offered this time?"

"Besides the money for the film studio, each lead actor gets a bonus. They're giving foreign currency directly, this much."

Director Xiong held up two fingers and shook them vigorously in front of Li Ye.

Li Ye asked in surprise: "Two thousand US dollars each? Are they that generous?"

Two thousand US dollars, Li Ye didn't think it was that little.

After Huo Renqiang took the task, he only reported the progress to Li Ye on time and didn't report the expenses to him.

Of course, he might have felt that an amount like two thousand US dollars didn't need to be reported to the boss's boss.

After all, his boss, Pei Wencong, was no longer the little president who had to ask about buying a few lunch boxes himself.

So, for this little money, was it necessary to disturb Li Ye, who was even richer than Pei Wencong?

But Li Ye's mention of "two thousand US dollars" made Director Xiong laugh.

"Oh, big brother, you really don't know how valuable money is! If they really gave you two thousand US dollars, would you dare to take it? You'd be making a mistake."

Director Xiong put away his two fingers and lowered his voice again: "Two thousand US dollars, two thousand US dollars each. Do you know how many people almost broke their heads for this two thousand US dollars? Liu Xiaoru hasn't played a lead role in all these years..."

Li Ye was a bit dazed at first, then adjusted his values back to this point in time in '84.

He knew that two thousand US dollars each was a lot, but he hadn't expected that two thousand US dollars would trigger some things.

But thinking about it carefully, the author of "Scars" flew straight to the lighthouse and stepped onto the land of freedom after exchanging it for five hundred US dollars, so the role of two thousand US dollars at this time was very, very large.

"Brother Li Ye, I told Liu Xiaoru, if she gets the role, she doesn't want the money. I'll take that two thousand US dollars and split it up, and you'll definitely get your share..."

"Who are you insulting?"

Li Ye said angrily and laughingly: "Do you think I'm someone who would disregard the facts for a little money? I said it's all about ability, all about ability. If you mention money again, I won't help!"

Director Xiong was stunned by Li Ye's rebuke, then grabbed Li Ye's hands like a bear and shook them vigorously, just like Xiong Er shaking Guangtou Qiang.

"Brother, you... I, Old Xiong, really didn't misjudge you. So many people saw Liu Xiaoru, that poor woman, and they all said nice things but hid filth in their hearts. Only honest people like us brothers can't bear it..."

Hearing Director Xiong's words, Li Ye suddenly remembered some things from his previous life.

No matter what era it is, there are many poor people, but most people in society can't even take care of themselves, let alone others.

But in such a repressive environment, there will always be some silly people who will release a little kindness within their power, right?

Even if there are so many scoundrels who maliciously use the kindness of good people to beg, bite back, and defraud, kind-hearted people will never go extinct.

(End of chapter)