Chapter 314

A string of Chinese knots hung high and rotated, interpreting the festive joy of the holiday in a Chinese family's home in Douglaston, New York.

In the dining room, the round table was covered with a red tablecloth with gold flowers, and the chandelier directly above was wrapped in red silk ribbons.

On the floor below, a pair of lion dance dolls were placed facing each other, looking lifelike.

A pair of small spring couplets were pasted on the kitchen door, red bows were tied to the cabinet handles, and the entire house was decorated in a vibrant red, full of the warm and festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

Liu Liu Xiaoli happily urged everyone to start eating; she and A Fei sat on one side, looking at the young couple opposite them, her face overflowing with smiles.

This literary worker, who had experienced the misfortune of marriage and had also lived far from her homeland, could naturally see the subtle changes in the relationship between her daughter and Lu Kuan after the tempering and accumulation of time.

Thinking of Sister Xixi's tear-stained face when they first arrived in North America a few months ago, she couldn't help but sigh.

Feelings are truly a tribulation that no girl can escape.

"A Fei, you should eat more too!"

"Eating, eating!"

"Little Lu, shall I keep you company for a couple of drinks, Auntie?"

Boss Lu hurriedly waved his hand; he had seen Liu Liu Xiaoli's boldness after getting drunk: "Next time, next time. I have an appointment with someone this afternoon, and there are still many things to handle."

Liu Liu Xiaoli was dissatisfied: "There is no reason for a Chinese person to be wandering outside during the holidays. You stay at Auntie's house for these two days; the guest room is ready!"

Little Liu actually wanted him to stay in her heart, but seeing his attitude made her feel a bit unpleasant, so the words turned into sarcasm when they reached her lips.

"Oh Mom, Boss Lu is the richest man; surely he has to go stay in a New York Marriott presidential suite that costs tens of thousands of dollars a night?"

"Don't make things difficult for him."

Boss Lu laughed in spite of himself; Little Liu, the Yin-Yang master, was back online.

"No, I have to take Little Liu out for a trip this afternoon."

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and began to describe the subsequent public relations arrangements in detail.

"The situation behind this incident is intricate and complex; I won't go into details with you for now. I have already arranged things in the country, and the work here in North America is mainly divided into several parts."

"First is Deng Wendi Deng."

"I have already entrusted Martin to find the best lawyer in North America, Alan Dershowitz, to sue Deng Wendi Deng for defamation."

Alan Dershowitz is a top-tier lawyer famous in New York, who became a professor at Harvard Law School at the age of 28 and has represented all kinds of top-level cases.

Such as the Simpson case, the Tyson case, the Pentagon Papers case, the Clinton impeachment case, and the US presidential election case, and he is hailed as the most successful defense lawyer in contemporary America.

Liu Liu Xiaoli's face turned pale with anger at the thought of that woman: "Yes! You must punish her well! It's too much, using you to threaten Sister Xixi."

Lu Kuan nodded: "Deng Wendi Deng's status is relatively special, and the public opinion power of News Corporation is too strong; we must first cut her off from News Corporation."

"Deng Wendi Deng is Murdoch's wife; how are you going to cut her off?" Liu Liu Yifei couldn't help but feel curious.

Having been influenced by him over the years, she had also developed the habit of thinking a few steps ahead when encountering such things.

That was why she didn't directly state the truth about being threatened during the live broadcast today.

Because she didn't know how powerful the young director was in North America.

If they ended up destroying everything and dragging everyone down with them, and the scandal was made public, the final result might not necessarily be what she wished for.

After all, the justice of this world must be maintained with fists.

Lu Kuan laughed: "Murdoch has two wives; the big wife is called News Corporation, and the little wife is Deng Wendi Deng."

"He sent his little wife to Asia to preside over the work of Myspace just to enter China through her identity."

"In North America, I am not his opponent, but as long as Murdoch wants to enter China, perhaps this local snake can still cause him some trouble."

There are special ways of doing things in the country.

Little Liu listened thoughtfully, knowing that he hadn't made many things clear.

"I consulted with Huang Anna; to be honest, suing Deng Wendi Deng this time is destined to have no results; we can only create momentum and cry out for justice."

First of all, Deng Wendi Deng did not place Liu Liu Yifei under house arrest or control her personal freedom; she said in the News Corporation office that she was free to stay or leave.

It was just that Little Liu, in order to seize this opportunity to clear Lu Kuan's name during the live broadcast, was willing to fall into the trap.

This is an open conspiracy.

Even if there is solid evidence, this is at most defamation; besides, Little Liu had no conditions to preserve evidence at the time, and only her testimony as a single piece of evidence could not form an effective chain of evidence.

At the US federal level, defamation in this era still belongs to the civil category, and there is not even legislation for criminalization, so the significance is better than nothing.

But in any case, this momentum must be built; Boss Lu, who is insidious and vicious in Chen Kaige's eyes, naturally has other arrangements.

"Besides Deng Wendi Deng, the rest is to use the public opinion power we have now to make Little Liu famous in North America."

"I talked to the president of Disney this morning, and the affiliated TV stations, including ABC, will cooperate with our public relations plan and act as a medium."

"Hong Kong Disneyland, which opened in September last year, will also officially appoint her as an image ambassador in two days."

Liu Liu Xiaoli's happy expression was beyond words, and before she could speak, Little Liu was already jumping for joy: "Then can I go to Disney without waiting in line!"

"If you don't want to wait in line, go to Disney in California."

"Many tourists will leave after the 9:30 PM fireworks show at California Disney, and there won't be many people in line at that time."

Liu Liu Yifei asked suspiciously: "How do you know? You don't look like someone who would go there either, right?"

He had been there, of course, in his previous life.

Little Liu's attention was all attracted by Disneyland; perhaps the person happiest about this news was Yang Yang Siwei.

Following Pepsi, another world-class corporate endorsement was in hand; even if it was only regional, the studio would have something to be busy with again.

"Then where are we going this afternoon?"

Boss Lu laughed: "Of course, to pay New Year's calls."

"Pay New Year's calls? You still have relatives in New York?"

"There is a famous designer in the New York Chinese circle named Lin Ying, who is a technical consultant for the Olympic team; I entrusted her to contact an old gentleman of the North American Chinese press, Zheng Zheng Shirong."

"Your popularity base in North America is still mostly the Chinese community; this old Mr. Zheng founded the 'New York Daily' in New York in the 1970s and is very respected."

"In addition to Disney's media power, the power of the North American Chinese circle and the public opinion circle must also be used."

Using legal channels to issue a challenge to Deng Wendi Deng, cooperating with Boss Lu's public opinion power in the country, and by the way, tying the father and son Taro together to be dealt with.

In a weak area like North America, it is better to borrow strength, form cliques, and wait for the rise of Facebook, in which he has invested, and Weibo, which he controls.

This Manhattan incident also made Lu Kuan clearly realize that after leaving the comfort zone of the country, he still needs to do more preparatory work on the world stage.

"Little Lu, Auntie won't say anything else; I'll toast you with tea instead of wine."

"You take Sister Xixi to get busy; I'll cook at home, and we'll have a good drink on New Year's Eve tonight!"

Liu Liu Xiaoli was particularly moved when she heard him arrange everything in detail.

Although it was her daughter who sacrificed herself to save him first, this kind of two-way journey of never leaving each other is the emotional power that can best comfort people in the mundane world.

Lu Kuan glanced at the charming and lovely Liu Liu Yifei and said seriously: "Since deciding to film this massacre movie in 2002, I have actually anticipated that there would be many difficulties."

"These difficulties come from the country, even more from abroad, and even from the main creative team of our movie itself."

"This time, from the joint letter to the TV live broadcast, it should all be the Japanese right-wing group 'Society for the Dissemination of Historical Facts to the World' fanning the flames and connecting everywhere behind the scenes."

The young director sighed: "In a sense, Little Liu suffered for me this time."

"Don't say that; she is the heroine of the movie, and this is what she should do." Liu Liu Xiaoli smiled and patted her daughter's hand, feeling proud of her.

The ringtone of the mobile phone Lu Kuan placed on the table rang; he took a look, and his expression changed slightly.

Everyone fell silent, listening to the urgent call from Beiping.

The caller was Zhang Yuan Heping from the Organizing Committee: "Director Lu, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Director Zhang, what instructions do you have?"

Zhang Yuan Heping said briefly: "According to the notice from the higher-ups, please report to the Olympic Building on the North Fourth Ring Road on February 10th; there are leaders who want to talk to you."

Boss Lu probed: "I wonder which leader it is?"

"Hehe, it's Leader Liu; hurry back, Comrade Little Lu, don't wander outside; home is still the warmest."

This remark was obviously pointed, making Boss Lu's heart move.

This is the selection of the final members of the Olympic creative group; among the twenty or thirty team members, the only ones who can let Leader Liu talk to them personally are positions like director or chief consultant.

After hanging up the phone, Little Liu was the first to ask happily: "Are they going to make you the general director of the Beiping Olympics?"

"Not necessarily! It's just a talk; Leader Liu will talk to several people."

Since the bidding began, Zhou Jun stopped him, wanting to use the previous scandal of Liu's father to dismantle the holdings of the inquiry realm and swallow up the blog network before he built his golden body;

Ge Gexi Xiong stopped him, wanting to cast a shadow over this massacre movie destined to be on the world stage through the concentrated outbreak of black material;

Deng Wendi Deng stopped him, clearing the biggest obstacle for Yanda Huayi, in which she had invested, in advance, but unfortunately, she fell short and lost to that color.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, it finally came to this step.

After lunch, the young director took Little Liu out to pay New Year's calls.

The destination was not far, in the town of Oyster Bay on the North Shore of Long Island.

The two got out of the car and saw from a distance that at the end of a quiet path, in front of a quaint Chinese-style building, Lin Ying was already waiting for him.

"Little Lu, why did you come so fast?"

Lin Ying greeted them with a beaming smile: "This must be Liu Yifei; I am really proud of you."

She hugged Little Liu with appreciation; Lu Kuan had entrusted her to act as a middleman to introduce Zheng Zheng Shirong, naturally telling her some of the inside story, and Lin Ying couldn't stop sighing on the phone.

Liu Liu Yifei was also smiling like a flower: "Thank you, Sister Lin."

"Let's go, old Mr. Zheng has been waiting for you."

Lin Ying explained as she walked: "The old gentleman is almost 90 years old, and he only has some spirit after lunch every day, so he can talk to you a few more words."

"I have already told his eldest son about the general situation, so there should be no problem."

"By the way, he has also seen your 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'; he watched it more than once, and it is said that he cried like rain during that air battle."

Zheng Zheng Shirong was born in 1916; after the July 7th Incident, he fled to Shancheng and entered the "Ta Kung Pao" in Shancheng after graduating from the National Central University.

He once served as secretary to the former high-ranking official of the Nationalist Party, Chen Yi, whose later reputation was mixed; he was both the executioner of the 228 Incident and was posthumously recognized as a patriot for inciting Tang Enbo to oppose the "Chang."

Coming here this time is mainly because Zheng Zheng Shirong had worked at the "New York Times" for thirteen years and also assisted the China News Service in establishing itself in North America; he is an old media person with feelings.

Through his influence in the New York Chinese circle, the North American Chinese circle, and the media, together with Disney's media power, he will try his best to gradually eliminate the negative impact of Liu Liu Yifei's incident.

As for crying like rain during the air battle in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button," Boss Lu also understood in his heart; this person had been feeling the hardships of the era since the July 7th Incident.

Having experienced countless studies and wars, from the mainland to the island province to North America, he must have felt deeply about that period of history after so many wasted years in his life.

The female designer paused and said with some hesitation: "There is just one thing; Mr. Zheng's eyes are dim now, and he can't see people clearly, so sometimes his consciousness may be slightly blurred."

He is over ninety; how could his consciousness not be blurred?

Boss Lu nodded and said to Liu Liu Yifei: "Little Liu, be well-behaved when you go in later; this is a patriotic Chinese with feelings."

Liu Liu Yifei nodded: "Hmm, I know."

"Sister Lin, did you design this courtyard?"

"Yes, it was renovated a few years ago." Lin Ying explained to them briefly.

"Blue tiles cover the ground, the roof is a hip-and-gable roof and a hard-gable roof, and the roof ridge is decorated with exquisite Chinese-style ridge beasts, symbolizing good luck."

"The outer wall is beige face bricks, matched with dark gray brick carvings; the content of the brick carvings includes traditional patterns such as plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, and fortune, prosperity, longevity, and happiness, which the old man also likes."

Boss Lu laughed: "Very good, was it inspired by the manuscripts of Mr. Liang and Mr. Lin?"

"Design a set for me when you have time; I guess there will be more opportunities to come to North America in the future."

America has permanent land ownership, and buying property in Los Angeles and New York, the two centers of American film, politics, and culture, is a good choice.

Little Liu glanced at him, thinking that he really likes to settle down and has a soft spot for the Chinese style.

Four years ago, when he returned from the Cannes Film Festival, the first thing he did was to buy a courtyard house.

The three of them entered the main hall laughing and talking, stepping on the solid wood floor in Chinese style; old Mr. Zheng was sitting on a mahogany chair with his eyes narrowed.

The old housekeeper stood quietly to one side, waking him up with gentle movements.

From the layout of the house to the style of the old housekeeper, it really is the living habits of people in the early 20th century.

"Hmm? You're here, right?"

The old gentleman had white hair and wrinkled skin, and his eyes were slightly turbid; when he opened his eyes wide and saw Lu Kuan, he slapped the armrest of the chair violently: "Li Ming! You are Li Ming!"

Everyone was dumbfounded; the old housekeeper stepped forward and gave a wink, expressing his apology.

The young director stepped forward with a smile to shake hands: "Hello, Mr. Zheng, I am Li Ming."

"Little Liu, come and say hello to the old gentleman."

Liu Liu Yifei stepped forward: "Hello, old Mr. Zheng, my name is Liu Liu Yifei, I wish you a Happy Spring Festival!"

Zheng Zheng Shirong's attention was attracted by her voice, and he narrowed his eyes to carefully observe this little girl; she had beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a delicate appearance, and a quite classical temperament.

"You are...?"

"Oh! You are Li Ming's lover Lucy; why aren't you wearing a cheongsam?"

This refers to Zhang Zhang Manyu's adult appearance in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" when she was still in the magic city.

For people of Zheng Zheng Shirong's era, the cheongsam may be the most beautiful attire for Chinese women, dignified, elegant, gentle, and implicit.

Lin Ying felt a headache; she was an alumnus with Zheng Zheng Shirong's grandson, and they were both top families in the New York Chinese circle, often interacting with each other.

This old man was fine when he was eating; how did he start to get confused again in just this short while?

"Grandpa, this is not a movie! And Li Ming's lover in the movie is played by Zhang Zhang Manyu!"

"The young man's name is Lu Kuan, and the young girl's name is Liu Liu Yifei; I talked to you about them when I was eating; can you take a closer look?"

Zheng Zheng Shirong waved his hand at her: "Impossible, is there a time when my eyes are wrong?"

He seemed to have gained some spirit and raised his chin at the old housekeeper: "Old Lin, tell them the story of my past!"

"Yes!"

Housekeeper Lin was dumbfounded, and Lin Ying also sighed helplessly; obviously, this was a regular program, and she didn't know how many times she had heard it since she was a child.

"In 1940, Mr. Zheng went to take the 'Ta Kung Pao' exam and could recite a page of text in a quarter of an hour."

"Later, he served as a staff member and personal secretary to General Chen; Mr. Jiang Dingwen and Mr. Jiang Baili both praised my master endlessly, saying he had a unique skill."

"As long as he has seen someone, he will never forget them in his life, even if they grow from a tender child to an old man, he can name them correctly in one word!"

"Later, even Mr. Chang recognized his outstanding talent and intended for him to be the director of the Quzhou Pacification Office..."

Housekeeper Lin chanted a long list, which Boss Lu listened to with great interest, and Liu Liu Yifei was dumbfounded.

"Hahaha!" Zheng Zheng Shirong scratched his white hair: "It's clearly Li Ming and Lucy."

He stood up with his cane and leaned closer to observe Lu Kuan: "No mistake, you Li Ming have become young again; how did you become twenty-something?"

"And you, little girl."

Zheng Zheng Shirong muttered: "You are different from Li Ming; you are growing up slowly, but it's not fast enough!"

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Lu Kuan: "You have to hurry to catch up with him, and you have to be faster, faster..."

Little Liu was a bit dumbfounded; of course she was getting old; where in the world is there anyone who doesn't get old?

But why did Zheng Zheng Shirong, who is good at identifying people, see Lu Kuan as getting younger?

Hurry to catch up with him?

She knew that the male and female leads in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" were walking towards each other in the reverse journey of time, and they only became a couple after their souls were deeply compatible...

After a lot of wild thoughts, the young girl's cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, but unexpectedly found that the man's face was slightly pale.

The expression he had just listened to with great interest had become deeper and more introverted.

Liu Liu Yifei suddenly thought of the hug after the birthday party.

It seemed that he had used up all his strength for today; Zheng Zheng Shirong sat back on the mahogany chair in the main hall, leaning against the soft cushion, and dozed off in a daze.

"Sigh!" The old housekeeper sighed: "Miss Lin, it seems that this is all we can do today; if you have anything, talk to the eldest young master."

Lin Ying gave the young director a wry smile, and the latter waved his hand: "Then we will take our leave first."

He took out his phone and asked A Fei in the car to bring the gift in; after some polite exchanges, it could be considered a New Year's call. Lin Ying had no choice but to drive them to the home of Zheng Zheng Shirong's eldest son, where the two sides had a close conversation and agreed on a series of cooperation agreements.

There are circles everywhere; Liu Liu Yifei will have many trips to North America in the future, and her base is also mainly the 5 million Chinese community in North America.

With the introduction of the Liang and Lin families represented by Lin Ying and the Chinese press leader represented by Zheng Zheng Shirong, it can be considered a safe haven on this land.

After entering the circle, the next step is to maintain the relationship yourself, using hometown feelings and interests, and so on.

After the matter was finished, when A Fei drove back to the house in Douglaston, the sky was already getting dark.

Liu Liu Yifei gently nudged Lu Kuan with her arm in the back seat: "What's wrong? You've been absent-minded all afternoon?"

"Really? I'm thinking about things."

Boss Lu came back to his senses and joked: "Thinking about returning to the country in two days and how to deal with those little ants."

Little Liu was in an exceptionally beautiful mood this afternoon; she rolled her eyes at him with a coquettish tone: "It's New Year's! Don't think about those bad guys; it's a mood killer."

"Lu Kuan! How about we go buy some fireworks and firecrackers?"

"Can you set off fireworks and firecrackers in New York?" Boss Lu's thinking might still be in his previous life, feeling that the environmental protection requirements of such a big city should be quite strict.

Little Liu was excited: "Mom asked, and it's okay!"

"Okay, A Fei, go to Tang Renjie first."

"Alright!"

The Spring Festival is a statutory holiday in New York State, and the ban on firecrackers was abolished in 2004, adopting restrictive measures with fixed times and locations in later generations.

Starting from the 2005 Spring Festival, different organizers will set off hundreds of thousands of firecrackers at Lin Lin Zexu Square, located in front of Chatham Square and the Chinese Consolidated Benevolent Association, and there will be fireworks shows at night.

Boss Lu took the jumping and incomparable young girl into the bustling New York Tang Renjie, which has nearly 500 Chinese shops and is the largest Tang Renjie in the United States.

Restaurants, jewelry stores, teahouses, art malls, and antique shops are everywhere.

As the sky darkened, the young man and woman disguised themselves with scarves and walked through the lively and prosperous Tang Renjie.

Perhaps because of the sufficient sense of security beside someone, the young girl held a cup of hot coffee, looking left and right like a butterfly, wanting to taste everything and buy everything.

Lu Kuan followed behind her to carry bags and pay; at this moment, Liu Liu Yifei truly returned to the innocence and cuteness belonging to her eighteen-year-old age.

No need to face the headache-inducing Twitter project fundraising and operations to fight against a time-traveler who cannot be defeated;

No need to be cautious and deal with insidious and cunning female hunters like Deng Wendi Deng, worrying about falling into traps herself or him;

No need to face those massacre materials that made her tremble and couldn't bear to read, wanting to speak but tears flowing first time and time again.

Wrapped tightly in her coat, Lu Kuan, who was walking silently behind her, couldn't help but think of Zheng Zheng Shirong's "strange power and chaos" words today—

Faster... faster...

Her life in this world was indeed pushed forward by himself.

She has obtained more exquisite acting skills, top-level performance physical foundations, superior film resources, and an incomparably smooth development path.

But at the same time, she has also lost a lot.

The young director is very glad to see the charming and pure background she revealed at this time; besides the fullness of a mature soul, these greenness and innocence are even more precious.

"How about it? Is it enough?"

Little Liu bought like crazy; Lu Kuan and A Fei were almost covered in fireworks and firecrackers, and a single match could send them to the moon at this time.

Boss Lu was speechless: "If you don't want to bomb the United Nations headquarters in the East District of Manhattan, these should be enough."

"Haha! Don't talk nonsense; you'll be heard by that patrolling American black policeman in a while."

Eight o'clock in the evening, returning fully loaded.

Liu Liu Xiaoli received the call in advance and had already prepared the food; this New Year's Eve dinner didn't need her chef daughter to take action.

"Cheers~~~"

"Happy New Year~~~"

The Spring Festival Gala was being rebroadcast on TV, and the singing of "Lucky Three Treasures" became the best footnote for this unique New Year's Eve dinner.

A Fei also broke the rules and started drinking, and Boss Lu frequently clinked glasses with him.

Fighting side by side all over the world for these years, this is already the closest person; Lu Kuan can hand over all things that can and cannot be brought to the table to him.

Liu Liu Xiaoli insisted on having two drinks with Lu Kuan, and her face suddenly turned rosy again; watching her daughter and him joking and teasing, she couldn't close her mouth with laughter.

During the 2003 Spring Festival, Little Liu's father was also present at that time, having just handled the restoration of Liu Liu Yifei's nationality, and everyone gathered together to spend the Spring Festival.

After three years, the scene was almost reproduced.

The old mother was truly beaming with joy today, unable to hide the joy in her heart.

On this day, from the hell to heaven of the Fox Media Center, to the fact that this young man had already arranged everything in advance, and Sister Xixi's visibly lively and agile state...

"Little Lu, three years ago you were still a fledgling director, and now you are almost a grand slam winner of European and American film festivals and the richest man in the country."

"Our Sister Xixi is also the same; from a little girl who didn't know anything in 'The Story of a Noble Family,' she is now an adult woman who can stand on her own."

The old mother felt a bit sad: "Time really passes so fast!"

"Seeing you young people in such a vigorous and enterprising state, it's really good, really good."

Little Liu hugged her mother's arm: "Oh! You talk as if you are seventy or eighty years old yourself."

"Look at your face; it's even more tender than mine!"

She playfully winked at Lu Kuan, who was peeling shrimp: "The Boss Lu you mentioned just said in public on the program that I am the ugliest in our family!"

"I am slightly inferior to you!"

"Oh! You child, talking nonsense!" Liu Liu Xiaoli's eyes, which had just turned red, curved again, and she boldly wanted to toast the young director again.

Liu Liu Yifei snatched her wine glass: "You take a break; I'll drink for you!"

"You? Can you drink?" Boss Lu sneered.

"Look down on whom? I drank two glasses of rum before going to Fox today; isn't it all fine?"

Boss Lu looked at her suspiciously; rum is also around 38 to 40 degrees, not much different from the ten-year Wuliangye on the table.

"Sister Xixi, are you serious?" Liu Liu Xiaoli was probably a bit of a tiger girl from the Northeast when she was young, and she didn't stop her for a while.

During the holidays, and at home, adults just drink two glasses of wine to join in the fun.

Little Liu had a serious face: "Really, give it to me."

Boss Lu had an exaggerated expression and said seriously: "This is your first glass of white wine in your life, Liu Liu Yifei; I must accompany you well for this glass."

"I'll finish it, you do as you please!"

"Wait!" Little Liu took out her uniquely shaped N93 again and raised her eyebrows coquettishly at him: "I want to record it; will you give it to me?"

The young girl pouted, returning to the willful and capricious appearance that hadn't been seen for a long time.

Boss Lu sneered: "Please."

"A Fei, you take it!"

A Fei nodded with a smile and took the phone: "Okay! Start!"

In the retro-feeling filter of the old Nokia, in the villa in Douglaston, New York, the festive Chinese knots hung high, and the red background and bright gold cut patterns of the "Fu" character at the entrance complemented each other.

Liu Liu Yifei carefully carried the wine glass to the young director's side, cleared her throat, and faced the camera to act funny: "Ahem, today is New Year's Eve in 2006, and this is Douglaston."

"I recorded this video today to take it out and watch it again in ten years in 2016."

She turned to Lu Kuan: "Mr. Lu Kuan, I wish you can realize your dream in ten years and become the greatest film master in the world, without one!"

The latter also smiled and cooperated with her: "I accept your good words."

"Miss Liu Liu Yifei, I wish you can also realize your dream in ten years and become a world-class film queen."

Little Liu looked dissatisfied: "No one else?"

"There are so many film queens; how can there be no one else?"

The young girl was coquettish: "No! You think of one for me that has no one else!"

Boss Lu looked at her meaningfully, lowered his head, and whispered something in the young girl's ear.

Liu Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes widened; she looked up at him in disbelief, biting her lower lip, her star eyes flowing, and her peach cheeks blushing.

"Go to hell! I'll hammer you to death!"

Boss Lu only felt that his chest was aching faintly again, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "Drink, drink."

"Come on, finish this glass, and there's another one!"

Little Liu gave him a charming look, finished the glass in one gulp, and her face turned crimson in an instant.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of the wine or the person.

The old mother was smiling like an aunt on the side, still caring about what secret words the two had just said?

"Okay, I've eaten enough; let's go set off fireworks."

It was already a bit like artillery fire outside, and the sensible A Fei and the old artist both chose to stay in the house to watch the fireworks.

Liu Liu Yifei, who lived in her eighteen-year-old age today, dragged Lu Kuan to run out.

The young girl decided to start playing with some small things, but the night wind was rustling, and she failed to light the fire several times with a lighter.

"Come here, help me block the wind."

Little Liu's self-harm at the Fox Center this morning was quite tragic, and Lu Kuan decided today to let her do whatever she wanted, so he obediently leaned over and pulled up his coat to block the wind for Liu Liu Yifei.

I don't know if it was the secret words in her ears that soaked her heart, or the alcohol she swallowed that took away her restraint.

Under the weak flame and the dim street lamp, the girl's cheeks were even more filled with a beautiful blush, which was extremely tempting.

The young director also had almost a catty of white wine in his stomach today; looking at the jade cheeks and cherry lips close at hand, his eyebrows and eyes flowing, even though it was cold and biting, he was still inexplicably a little hot.

Flowers should be picked when they can be picked; when can this flower be picked?

The night was like ink, and more and more fireworks joined this exotic starry sky; Liu Liu Yifei played wildly for a while, exhausting all the stock.

Boss Lu clicked the lighter boredly: "It's finished; shall we go back?"

Little Liu was dissatisfied: "It's not 12 o'clock yet? There will be a fireworks celebration at the town square in a while."

Lu Kuan saw that she was still blushing: "You're not drunk, are you? Why are you so excited?"

"How many glasses of wine is this?" Little Liu was heroic: "Maybe I'm really better at drinking than you!"

"Okay, ambitious."

Boss Lu could see at a glance that she was indeed a bit "drunken concubine."

Although she hadn't reached the point of being unconscious, this unspent madness explained everything.

The two sat on a bench in the town square of Douglaston; there was no bell at twelve o'clock, but suddenly the firecrackers and fireworks that followed one after another served as a timekeeper.

The night sky was instantly soaked with colorful brilliance, flowing light and overflowing colors, dazzling, like a fairy's neon clothes covering the world.

The cold wind was biting, and Little Liu's excitement subsided a little; she only felt that her body was slightly cold, and she couldn't help but lean closer to Lu Kuan.

"Cold, right? You can't see the wind after drinking."

Liu Liu Yifei pouted dissatisfiedly: "Shouldn't you take off your clothes and give them to me to wear now?"

Boss Lu sneered: "What kind of third-rate screenwriter's plot are you watching?"

"I'll make a suggestion; if you don't hammer me, I can..." He opened his coat to indicate, asking for the young girl's opinion.

Liu Liu Yifei stared at him for a few seconds: "You'd better be honest."

Warm fragrance and soft jade entered his arms; although separated by thick clothing, they finally built a long-lost warmth and lingering in this biting cold wind.

"Actually, I'm under a lot of pressure now."

Lu Kuan wondered: "What pressure?"

"This role, Sister Zhang Chunru's role."

Little Liu's throat rolled, and she was a little dry after drinking: "The closer I get to her, the more I get along with her, and the more information I see, the more I find that the gap between me and her is getting bigger."

"She is knowledgeable, has a tenacious character, and has countless shining points; I am really afraid that I will not be able to shape this role well and make her dusty."

"And there are so many difficulties we have encountered; so many people don't want you to make this movie during this time, and we have finally walked through it with difficulty."

"With so many Hollywood stars playing foreign supporting roles, I am worried that I, the heroine, will not interpret it well."

I don't know if it was such a dreamy and warm environment that made her sad, or if the emotions after drinking were stained with some unexpected things, Liu Liu Yifei was a little choked up.

The treacherous clouds and the obstacles and difficulties overcome with great effort during this period became the huge pressure on her shoulders, which she could not let go of.

She is like the last leg of a 400-meter relay race.

The team, including Lu Kuan, cleared all obstacles for the filming, and she began to worry about whether she would drop the chain because of her own ability problems.

The young director sighed in his heart; the pressure inside and outside the movie was extremely great, and even though Liu Liu Yifei had experienced a lot with him over the years, she couldn't help but feel timid.

At this time, what she needs is encouragement.

Little Liu saw Lu Kuan half-speaking, and looked up at him with teary eyes.

"No."

The young director said seriously: "I have seen many video materials of Sister Zhang Chunru, and she has had many inspiring speeches on different occasions."

"The most chaotic and dangerous one was when she was attacked by thugs during a book signing at Times Square in 1998."

"This scene was not written into the script; I was afraid that you would not have such performance tension, and forcing it would not be beautiful, so I chose other scenes."

He lowered his head and met Little Liu's clear eyes: "Now I have changed my mind."

Boss Lu let her sit straight from his arms, held Little Liu's shoulders with both hands, and said seriously word by word: "Your performance today surprised me too much."

"Whether as a person or an actor, you have achieved a spiritual aristocrat and a fighter in action."

"To be honest, if I asked you to play this role before, it was because you were similar to her in appearance, had similar growth experiences abroad, or could attract more teenage viewers for patriotic education."

"But now, from the perspective of a director, I say responsibly that you are fully capable of handling this role."

"Like her, you have a clean and tenacious soul."

"Your defense of this movie in the TV live broadcast today is the strong resistance of Zhang Zhang Chunru against the right wing at that time."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself; I believe you will be able to complete this role perfectly; this will be a transformation in your acting career."

Liu Liu Yifei looked at him blankly, and the fireworks rising into the sky highlighted his angular side face.

The frustration education of the past few years is still vivid; when did she ever expect to hear such a high evaluation of herself from the young director's mouth?

Boss Lu looked at Little Liu, whose shoulders were slightly shrugged and whose clear tears were gushing like a spring, and teased with bad taste: "Besides, there's me, right?"

"Even if you are a piece of dog shit, I can train you into a flower."

Little Liu, who was feeling moved with all her heart, broke her defense in one second, crying and laughing instantly, not noticing that she had squeezed out a snot bubble.

Boss Lu had an expression of disgust like a subway grandpa, and extremely quickly picked up Little Liu's own scarf and wiped her flowery face clean.

"You are the dog shit!"

The King Kong Barbie gave a flurry of pink punches, and the young director fled in a panic.

The suggestion to write more interactions in the previous chapter has been received.

Killing Taro, Deng Wendi Deng, and others below should be the process of the two filming together, and there should be a period of smooth plot (probably).

The struggle is brought out by the movie, and it will naturally start filming once it is solved.

Also, a sincere thought: foreshadowing is seasoning, and the climax is the main course; if you think the main course in Chapter 313 is delicious, the seasoning also played a role; don't dislike the seasoning too much, but I may have put too much seasoning before, and I will pay attention.

There are also many book friends who skip reading, which is normal because of taste differences, but when you pick faults, you can go and see the skipped chapters first; the logic of every event should be explained very clearly, and there are many foreshadowings.

For example, Chapter 312 wrote about the protagonist reading Little Liu's diary, which involved the changes in the emotional state of the two; if you didn't see it, you would feel abrupt in some places later.

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Thanks to the brothers who became allies for Chapter 313; I will find time to add more!

Thanks for the support!

(End of this chapter)