jdhmnovel Chapter 225 Family dinner and unexpected surprise!
Chapter 225 Family dinner and unexpected surprise!
Shang Yun woke up on time five minutes before the alarm rang, looked at the time, stretched, and walked towards the office.
The office door was half-open, there was no one inside, only a stack of documents neatly stacked.
Among them, the play file about "The Flowers of War" was placed in the center.
Shang Yun curled his lips. He and the young boss made the same choice.
On the other side, Lu Rong, who had confirmed the next shooting plan, embarked on his long-awaited journey home.
He was sitting in the passenger seat, and for some reason, he felt particularly sleepy as soon as he got into Jing Xian's car.
Maybe I subconsciously feel at ease.
After looking at the speeding scenery outside the window for a while, Lu Rong yawned, turned his head, and his clear eyes were filled with tears, reflecting the figure of Jing Xian driving.
Although this man looks calm now, Lu Rong wants to laugh when he thinks of Jing Xian skipping work again to see him off.
He uses his customized nanny car less frequently than Jing Xian drives him there.
If there weren't specialized personnel to perform regular maintenance and care, the car seats would probably be covered with dust by now.
But Lu Rong still cherishes the few moments they have alone together.
In the family group at this time, Yao's mother, who was extremely well-informed, announced and tagged everyone, fearing that some group members might not see it.
Rongrong Fan Club (9)
Rong Zongyaozu: @Everyone!!! Family members! Great news, I heard that director Lian Xu Guolian is going to work with our Rongrong!!
Lu: @Rongzongyaozu, my wife, why are you calling me that name again? I can’t recognize it anymore.
Rong Zongyaozu: You want to die, will you give me the note? (Rong Rong fainted.jpg)
Lu. : (Rongrong draws a circle with grievance.jpg)
Yinghe (star-chasing version): Is this true? Wasn’t Lian Xuguo a director during my dad’s era?
Yinghe (star-chasing version): @Jing your uncle, Dad, do you know him?
Uncle Jing: It’s true.
Mr. Xinhe Jing: I grew up watching the films directed by Lian Xuguo. Xiaorong is really amazing now! (Rongrong slowly raised a thumbs up.jpg)
Yinghe: Watched him grow up +1
Rong Zongyaozu: Watched him grow up +1
Leg hair: Watching it grow +1
Lu: +1
Rong Zongyaozu: Break the formation and get out! (Rong Rong with his hands on his hips.jpg)
land.:??
Shu Ying put down her phone and gently patted Jing Lian on the back of his head: "Can you please change your name? It makes me lose face in the family group!"
Jing Lian rubbed his head aggrievedly: "Mom, you were not like this before..."
Shu Ying was extremely ruthless: "This is how I treat those with sultry leg hair."
"Don't stand here. Did you know that your brother is coming back? Come on, let's go buy some groceries together and have dinner at your Aunt Yao's place."
Shu Ying pushed the two men in the house except Grandpa Jing. Shu Liao, who rushed over after hearing the news, escaped the disaster. He sat happily on the sofa, eating a fruit plate and searching for information in the group.
He is a deep screen lurker and does not miss any information in the group, but he only appears on the list of people who want to grab red envelopes.
So, seeing that Lu Rong was about to come back, he took a leave of absence from school, rushed back to the Shu family’s old house, and then took a car to visit.
Compared with the busy scene of the Jing family, the Lu family is not much behind.
Yao Qian also specially invited Mr. Chen and Ms. Yu from the same community to make the family dinner more lively.
After several hours' drive, the sleepy Lu Rong paused and was stunned by the lively scene at his doorstep as soon as he got off the car.
Outside this European-style villa located among green trees and bamboos on the outskirts of the city, the tranquility of the past has changed today. The door is open and several simple and thick solid wooden round tables are arranged in an orderly manner.
Each table was covered with a bright red tablecloth with patterns of auspicious dragons and phoenixes and blooming peonies. Fortunately, it was almost sunset, otherwise the bright and rich colors would have blinded the guests' eyes when illuminated by the sun.
Looking around the venue, I saw someone brought the persimmon tree, but there were ripe red persimmons hanging on it. With the small lanterns swaying in the wind, it was so prosperous that it was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.
On one side of the banquet area, the temporary open-air kitchen can be called a fireworks "battlefield".
The stoves are lined up side by side, and the pots, pans, and bowls are neatly arranged.
Lu Rong took a few steps forward and found that it was Uncle Jing, who was always well-behaved, who was cooking.
He was wearing a white apron and a tall chef's hat on his head, and the spatula in his hand was flying up and down in the frying pan.
With a loud "sizzling" sound, the fresh ingredients are poured into the hot pot and instantly wrapped in the boiling hot oil, stir-frying with a rich aroma.
Seeing Lu Xiaorong's stunned expression, Jing Xian smiled: "You can't tell, my dad's cooking skills are very good, I also learned from him."
Lu Rong recalled the scene in his mind: "I don't think I have ever tasted Uncle Jing's cooking."
"Isn't today just a coincidence?" Jing Xian was obviously much more relaxed after returning home.
The two of them quietly blended into the table, but were first discovered by the sharp-eyed Yao Qian.
Mother Yao quickly put down the porcelain bowl in her hand, and suddenly ran while walking, hugging Lu Rong. She looked very happy but tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
"Rongrong is back. She's so tall now. She's taller than her mom. Look at her waist. How come she's lost so much weight?"
Lu Rong helplessly helped Yao's mother wipe away her tears: "No, mom, I have grown taller and I am not losing weight now, don't worry."
Yao Qian didn't know what was wrong with her. She was so happy that her son came home, but when she actually saw him, she began to think about the scenes of her child leaving home again a few days later.
It was better when they were children, all the children gathered together, and when they had nothing to do they would play together, it was lively and cheerful. Now they have all grown up, not to mention his son Lu Rong.
Jing Xian, who lives next door, basically lives in his own apartment except for holidays that last more than three days. His youngest son Jing Lian goes to a sports school, which is in the capital and too far from home, so he seldom comes back.
Some children have left the villa community on the outskirts of the city one after another because it is too quiet.
In Yao Qian's original plan, Rongrong's academic performance was mediocre, so she could just go to a nearby university and she could visit him at any time.
I take my son to climb mountains and travel on weekends and holidays, and happily lose weight and stay healthy and free from illness.
Instead of now, I can only look at it through the screen once and then again.
Yao Qian had felt sorry for Chi Qing, Yun Jian, and Lu Qingming.
But what she felt most sorry for was her child, the little actor who threw himself into the pool and fell into a mud pit, wearing thin clothes in the middle of winter.
Going back two years, the little fat boy's voice, appearance and smile seem just like yesterday. At that time, Rongrong was only as tall as her shoulders, but now he is a head taller than her.
Lu Rong and Yao Ma hugged each other silently for a while. Lu Yangchun and Jing Xian stood aside, not knowing what to do for a moment. They looked at each other, reached out their hands to stroke each other's backs, silently comforting each other.
"Okay, okay, it's a happy day, why are you crying?" Shu Ying pushed them apart with one hand each, holding a pack of tissues:
"Chef Jing is about to serve the dishes, go and help. People can't be idle. If they are idle, they will be sad." Shu Ying put her arm around her best friend's shoulders forcefully, and when she shifted her gaze to Lu Rong, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Wow! Rongrong has grown so pretty now!"
Yao Qian chuckled and glared at Shu Ying: "How can you describe a boy like that?"
The two of them pulled each other and walked towards the open-air kitchen.
All of a sudden, the three men who were left standing there breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the other side was busy, they thought it would be a big deal to just stand there and help, so they went to help.
A classic Kung Pao Chicken dish, with peanuts rolled in hot oil until golden and crispy, then set aside.
The chicken breast is diced and quickly changes color in the pan, then stir-fried with bright red dried chilies, emerald green peppers, soft and glutinous onion segments, and a secret sauce.
The sweet, sour, spicy and fragrant flavors blend and collide in the fireworks, making people drool.
The two families of Lu Jing who were helping in the kitchen also had their own responsibilities. Some carefully washed the vegetables by the sink, while others were responsible for delivering the ingredients and shuttling between the stove and the chopping board.
The housekeeper and Aunt Liu were busy setting the tableware, putting the blue and white porcelain plates, crystal wine cups, and bamboo chopstick holders in place one by one.
Grandpa Jing and Grandpa Chen sat aside and talked loudly. They were obviously in a particularly good mood and their laughter could be heard from miles away.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the delicacies on the table were gradually cleared. The dusk deepened and the sky was dyed orange and red by the sunset, like a gorgeous brocade, covering the courtyard full of fireworks and warmth.
After everyone had almost finished eating, Lu Rong came to Uncle Chen and asked, "Teacher, have you ever heard of Errenzhuan?"
"Errenzhuan? Jinzhou's Errenzhuan?" Chen Jinghai straightened his neck, his whole face turned red, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot of white wine.
He grabbed the handle, looking disoriented, and kept shouting, "I'm not drunk."
Madam Yu, who was always dignified, gave him a rare look.
Suddenly, Chen Jinghai's pace changed. He took small and brisk steps and walked half a circle around the empty yard.
As if showing off his familiar territory, the virtual pipe in his hand swayed gently with his steps, and he knocked the ground with the pipe bowl from time to time.
The heroic voice sang in a long and melodious voice: "I am an old man of 68 years old, in good health and cheerful. I live in a small corner of the Northeast, and the people in the village all praise me."
Grandpa Jing pointed at Chen Jinghai and laughed, then leaned back in the recliner to enjoy the performance of his old friend.
It happened that the people who were attending the family dinner had not left yet, and seeing this scene, they all sat down and treated it as an entertainment activity to digest their food.
"We must not neglect the spring planting and autumn harvest, and we must work hard on the black soil."
When it comes to "spring planting and autumn harvest", Uncle Chen immediately imitates the action of waving a hoe, leaning forward, and moving his arms up and down vigorously, simulating the appearance of working in the fields, with a simple and honest smile on his face.
Then, he raised his hand to cover his eyebrows and looked up, his eyes full of longing and love for life: "Get up early to greet the rising sun, and go home late to accompany the crescent moon."
Chen Jinghai is worthy of being a master in the opera world, with a loud voice and clear pronunciation. Although he was drunk at the moment, his skills were engraved in his bones. His pure Northeastern accent made people feel energetic from head to toe.
With the last line "This little day is as beautiful as a painting!", today's family dinner came to an end.
Because the teacher had been drinking, Lu Rong did not bother her again tonight. She was hurriedly dragged by Yao Qian to the city to buy clothes.
Lu Rong stayed at home for the rest of the time.
After Shang Yun pushed the director's WeChat account to him, the director sent detailed script information, such as character biographies, story background introduction, etc., and even the basic audition was waived.
After early communication and preparation, Director Lian Xuguo put forward his own positioning and overall conception of the role to ensure that both parties reached a basic consensus on the direction of character creation.
After learning that Lu Rong had already learned relevant skills training from Master Chen Jinghai, the director decided not to bring him to the crew to study together, and the time was extended until the filming of the child star was completed.
It was only at this point that Lu Rong realized that the crew of The Flowers of War had already started filming for more than five months.
Before him, this amount of time was enough to shoot a film from the beginning to the end. But for director Lian Xuguo, the progress was just enough to barely complete the beginning.
But this is normal. Not to mention that actor training takes a lot of time, the child star is only five years old. The large-scale shots alone require a lot of thought.
Such as student marches, boycotts, literary gatherings and various clips of some aggressive wars.
Lu Rong didn't plan to wait until the young actor finished before joining the crew, as this would easily make it difficult for her to get out of touch with the other actors in the crew.
Therefore, he planned to learn the general framework of Errenzhuan from his teacher and then join the crew to polish it in detail. After all, the mature Errenzhuan may not be 100% consistent with the era in the film, and it depends on the director's intentions.
In this well-planned schedule, Lu Rong studies in the courtyard with her teacher in the morning and walks around with her parents in the evening.
Sometimes I would make an appointment with Jingxian to go on a two-day trip somewhere, and we lived a happy life.
During this period, Lu Rong also took time to attend several Daisy Award ceremonies.
There was no suspense about the result that Daisy was shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival and the Hong Kong Film Festival, and finally won the Silver Lion Award, and Hang Yan once again won the Best Actor Award in the Horizon Unit.
But what Lu Rong never expected was that at the Hong Kong Film Awards ceremony, the jury actually gave him the honor of Best Actor!
Hmm? Isn't the Best Actor award for the leading actor?
This is actually a stereotype. For example, actor Wu Zhenyu, who played Ni Yongxiao in "Infernal Affairs 2", won the Best Actor award for his villain role.
Similar examples include Anthony Wong, Zhang Jianian, etc.
Lu Rong had no preparation at all and walked up to the podium in a daze. While the host was speaking, he was even distracted thinking about the lyrics that Uncle Chen taught him last night.
After thanking a large number of life mentors, Lu Rong sat back in his seat holding the heavy golden man trophy, and only then did he truly realize what this award meant to him.
Just...getting the title of Best Actor is that easy...?
If some young domestic actors knew this idea, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.
So in your eyes, it's so easy to play the role of a juvenile criminal with a dual personality and not lose to all the movie stars, right?