On a cold night, by the fire. Chen Qi was wearing thick clothes, holding a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel with his left hand, and writing furiously with his right hand. If he were simpler and the house was smaller, he would really look like a public servant of the people... After a while, he threw the pen away and said with a smile: "Very good, very good. We made a lot of money last year, and the end of the year is quite rich!" "Is "The Black Cannon Incident" included?" "No, we haven't made preparations yet! What I mean is that after excluding all existing expenses, there is still a lot of money left." "Oh, that's awesome. I wish you keep up your efforts and collect three to five more buckets this year!" Gong Xue was leaning against the head of the bed, covering herself with a quilt and watching TV, and she cupped her hands towards him. She has gone back to CCTV to rehearse, and she still looks beautiful every day. Now no one dares to fart. "I'd like to lend you some good words!" Chen Qi also clasped his fists and asked, "Sister, do you have any movies you want to film now?" "I don't know what to shoot. The directors in the factory don't look for me anymore, and the directors outside don't look for me anymore. They all know that I'm yours, and you have to be responsible for me."
"Be responsible. When did I stop being responsible?" Chen Qi thought to herself that according to the original trajectory, she would say goodbye to the film industry after "Colorful Morning Light" in 1984, and did not make a movie until 1993, during which she also had two TV series. Right now, she has won one Golden Rooster, two Hundred Flowers, and "Mom Love Me Again" has basically anchored the third Hundred Flowers. There is no point in being in China anymore, and ordinary directors really don't dare to find them. Take the opportunity of "Life is Beautiful" to go out. If it must be shot in the country, it must be carefully crafted and cannot be compromised. Chen Qi expressed his thoughts, and Gong Xue had no objection. The communication was pleasant. Finally, he said: "The Hong Kong delegation will arrive tomorrow. Will you go to pick them up?" "Go, otherwise Nan Sheng will blame me..." Gong Xue smiled and said: "Nansheng likes to find fault with me and always bullies me. I can't give her any excuse. Others are fine, at least Zhong Chuhong can't blame me." "You're so skinny now, do you deserve a beating?" "You can fight if you can?" She lifted the quilt and provoked. "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. I'm going to continue working." Chen Qi snorted, sat upright, and continued to write. He glanced at her while writing, and suddenly rushed over to her when she wasn't paying attention. He opened the quilt, slapped her buttocks a few times, and then came back quickly, as if nothing had happened. "Oh, disgusting!" "Turn down the TV!" "Not small!" "Interrupting my work!" "Then you go to that room and write!" Gong Xue tightly wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled herself into a pupa, fearing that he would attack again. Fortunately, Chen Qi didn't move, and she lay on her side on the bed, turned down the sound, and secretly looked at his back. After watching for a while, she couldn't help but smile...
After the CCTV incident, she felt that the relationship between the two had become clearer, both internally and externally. As I said just now, who doesn’t know about their relationship now? ………… "Wow, this is the capital?" “The airport is also decent, not as poor as expected!” "Please, the capital of a country has hundreds of years of history!" "Three thousand years, okay, you're at level five!" At the Capital Airport, a flight from Shanghai landed. As soon as the gate opened, a group of people came out shouting like tourists. Most of the men and women are young, beautiful and fashionably dressed, attracting a lot of attention. And they were equally shocked. Because as soon as I came out, I saw a banner that read: "Warmly welcome people from Hong Kong's entertainment industry to come to Beijing for exchanges!" Immediately afterwards, applause broke out in an instant, flowers almost hit their faces, and reporters clicked to take pictures... Fortunately, they were experienced, each holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands, holding their chests and heads high, showing their best. Looking at the posture, it was difficult to pass the distance of more than ten meters. Some reporters wanted to come forward for an interview, but were stopped by the accompanying staff from the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office: "Visits are prohibited now, we will make unified arrangements!" "Please cooperate with us and let the Hong Kong compatriots get on the bus first, okay?" Including Tsui Hark, Shi Nansheng, Xian Qiran, Lam Lingdong, Mou Dundi, Liu Dehua, Zhang Mingmin, Zhong Chuhong, Liu Xuehua, Qiu Shuzhen, Li Saifeng, Guan Lijie, Wu Zhenyu, a total of thirteen people! Except for Tsui Hark and Liu Xuehua, everyone else came here for the first time. When a group of people arrived at the roadside, they saw a guy wearing a cotton hat, a scarf covering his face, and dressed like a bread man, standing in front of a bus. Gong Xue was two meters away from him. "Hahaha!" Qiu Shuzhen recognized it first and laughed: "Master, why are you dressed like this?" "Wow, what are you doing?" "Mr. Chen???" Liu Dehua and others were all shocked. Is this Mr. Chen, the all-powerful man in Hong Kong? ! "Get in the car, it's freezing to death!" Chen Qi was too lazy to say hello and hurriedly greeted everyone to get in the car. This is the Hino RC bus. From the 1980s to the 1990s, it has been a high-end vehicle for foreign affairs reception. At that time, it could be seen at the entrances of major scenic spots and foreign-related hotels. "Xiao Xue!" "Kusuo!" Shi Nansheng waved happily, pushed Xu Hark aside, and asked Gong Xue to sit down. The two reminisced and whispered. Others were only interested in Chen Qi's outfit, and Zhong Chuhong was also laughing: "Hey, why are you dressed so tacky?"
"This is called keeping warm! Look at what you are wearing. Don't come to me if you cry from the cold!" "I told them a long time ago that it's very cold in the north, but they don't believe it!" Liu Xuehua said. "I wore thick clothes." Wu Zhenyu said. "Your so-called thick gloves are no match for the cold in the north. They can really freeze people to death. I wonder how you can go out and have fun?" Liu Xuehua gloated. "How exaggerated! I don't feel cold?" Said Moon Lee. "It's useless to talk about this kind of thing. I'll take you to the Forbidden City tomorrow. Just bear the cold yourself." Chen Qi snorted. It was more than 20 degrees below zero in the coldest days of winter. Of course, he didn't feel cold without staying outside. Qiu Shuzhen was very curious about his hand gloves and took them and put them on her own hands: "Wow, these gloves are so thick!" "These are not gloves, they are hand gloves!" "Hand what?" "Gloves!" "Gloves~?" This word is too unfamiliar to people who speak Cantonese. Qiu Shuzhen's hands were sweating after wearing them for a while. She gave them back to him, leaned on the window to look out, and shouted again, because there was thick snow on both sides of the road. When passing through the fields, it was even more white, the trees were bleak, the sky and the earth were quiet, and three or five houses were smoking, dotted in the fields. "Snow!" "I see snow!" "I want to get off the car and play! Stop the car, stop the car!" "Shut up! I'll give you time to play, don't make a fuss, and when we get to the hotel, be more restrained and be polite to others, don't embarrass me!" "Oh~ Got it!" "..." The Hong Kong and Macau Affairs Office staff who accompanied them all the way and treated these people like ancestors looked at each other in bewilderment. It was probably the first time they saw mainlanders who dared to treat Hong Kong stars like grandchildren. Soon, they arrived at the Overseas Chinese Hotel. Everyone went to settle down without mentioning it. Chen Qi found the Hong Kong and Macau Affairs Office staff and said, "Comrade, please help talk to the hotel. I want to borrow a banquet hall. It's just that everyone is here, let's get together." "How many people?" "More than 20!" "Okay, no problem." Chen Qi found Shi Nansheng again and said, "Let's have dinner tonight. I'll call Liang Jiahui, Li Lianjie and others, and treat it as our annual meeting." "Your Oriental Company is still in charge of our Yindu's annual meeting?" Shi Nansheng picked words. "Why do you always argue with me? Come on, let's have some fun together and get to know each other."
(My back hurts, so I won't do it today... I'll make it up tomorrow)