Chapter 51： Qingqing and Ningning (2/2)

It seems that the cake will become more delicious after experiencing the sense of ritual of adults.

Fu Sijin unconsciously saw his eyes full of laughter, and at the same time, director Gao's whispers came in his ear.

"Children are cute, aren't they? You occasionally think they are demons, and occasionally you can always be touched by these little angels inadvertently."

A neatly bound script was handed to Fu Sijin.

"This is the drama I'm going to shoot this time. It focuses on parent-child relationship. The main theme is the healing system. Maybe it is unlikely to sell out after the final filming, but I think it has the meaning of being filmed, Mr. Fu..."

For the first time, director Gao solemnly called Fu Sijin as a commercial name: "I hope you think carefully before you decide whether to invest in filming."

Fu Si took the script and saw a blank title at the beginning.

"Movie, hasn't a name yet?" He asked strangely, seeing the script without a name for the first time.

"I didn't expect it to be suitable now."

Nodding slightly, Fu Sijin said nothing and continued to read the script.

The beginning of the story directly stopped his heart beat.

There is only a brief one-line description: ‘the tired Lime in middle age wakes up and becomes a pupil...’

This story briefly tells a middle-aged woman who has made a mess of her life. In an accidental encounter, she becomes a primary school student in her early ten years. She gradually re-acquaints herself with each other while getting along with her family. , By the way, the misunderstanding with her family was resolved, and finally the heroine changed back, changed herself, and lived with the family who changed with her.

This is not a brilliant story, nor is it very eye-catching, but the smiles and tears described in it are very pungent.

People can't help being infected by the characters in the play. As they reflect on what they have experienced, is there a problem with their relationship with their family?

After closing the script, Fu Sijin projected his eyes on Qingqing unconsciously, and got a little cat with a smile on his face covered in cake.

He subconsciously returned with a gentle smile before Qingqing continued to lower his head to wipe out the cake.

"how about it?"

Even if he is confident in his script, Director Gao can't help but feel a little nervous now.

"Very good play." Fu Sijin praised with a smile: "If you can, I hope I can work with you happily."

"Hahaha... good boy, with vision, happy cooperation!" Gao

The director laughed and shook Fu Sijin's hand back, so excited that the flesh on his face was shaking slightly.

The two discussed the script again.

Possibly because of similar experiences in person, Fu Sijin can always point out some shortcomings sharply and at the same time give better suggestions for amendments.

Director Gao is not the kind of person who doesn't listen to opinions. On the contrary, he is very pleased with Fu Sijin's suggestion and feels that he is looking at his script seriously.

The two of them talked all day without knowing it, and even settled their lunch in the cafe.

This was a pain for the two neglected children. They were bored after sitting all day, but they were ignored by adults.

Qingqing is okay, she has a temperament that can sit still, and she can stay alone for a whole day by giving something to eat.

Ningning was in a miserable situation. She was already hyperactive, and now she was forced to "cannot move". Every second she survived was tortured.

Isn't this the revenge of my father for falling his favorite purple clay pot to punish her for being naughty yesterday?

Ningning slumped on the table like a ball of pickles, let out a desperate breath.

Qingqing looked funny, and followed the young lady opposite, lying on the table and looking at Ning Ning grinningly.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Ning asked strangely.

"What are you laughing at?" Qingqing followed.

"Don't talk like me." Ning Ning reached out to touch Qing Qing's small forehead, and touched it lightly without any effort.

"Don't talk like me, hehehe..."

Qingqing, who felt that the young lady was playing a game with her, wanted to reach out to touch Ningning's forehead, but Ningning turned her head to avoid him, and then immediately counterattacked.

Qing Qing pursed her mouth, and then kept going to Ningning. Naturally, Ningning would not wait to die.

The two little guys inexplicably played the game of you, me and me.

Qingqing has short hands, and most of the time he can't meet Ningning, who is flexible. Occasionally, Ningning sees her pitying her.

But she continued to play happily. Occasionally, Ning Ning felt so painful and did not cry, and continued to laugh.

It may be that the two little guys were too noisy, which caused dissatisfaction from other people in the store. After a while, a clerk came over to remind them euphemistically that Fu Sijin and the two were shocked to realize that their children had quarreled others.

He smiled apologetically at the surroundings, and led the two children to get up and leave with Director Gao.

After they left, the clerk brought a dozen plates of biscuits to the table.

Whenever someone asks a question, the clerk will answer with a smile: "This is a gift from the kid at the table just now for making everyone noisy. I hope everyone can forgive them."

A guest picked up a small cookie and saw a small piece of paper underneath, which was crookedly written with two ‘sorry’. The handwriting was different. It should have been written by the two children together.