Chapter 1037 The old farmer’s logic (forty thousand words for a monthly pass!)

  Although I was very happy to see the audience applauding Li Jiaban's appearance in the theater, Li Shi couldn't help but feel lingering in his confidence.

  For fans, they are very happy that familiar actors appear in the new film. But in fact, for the movie as a whole, this is unhealthy.

  The best state of the actor for the movie should be completely integrated into the plot. To let the audience see this person, what they think of is not an actor they know, but a character who is alive and well on the screen.

  According to Li Shixin’s previous thoughts, there is indeed the idea of ​​pulling Li Jiaban up again and putting all important roles on the pit.

  But later, because he wanted to be a director, and Xu Ge was also responsible for the shooting of the two groups, it was changed to a collective guest appearance.

  Even the roles played by Li Shixin himself and An Xiaoxiao do not account for much in the plot, and they can barely be regarded as male second and female counterparts.

  It now appears that this decision is correct.

  "Wandering Earth" is not a work that mainly expresses any individual. First of all, it is a group drama. If you go deeper, it is through individual individuals, it converges into the shadow of a nation and a civilization.

  This is the core of this film.

   Too prominent actors and too topical and entertaining roles are really not good for the movie as a whole.

  But it turns out that Li Shixin thinks too much.

  After the audience gave a wave of applause for Li Jiaban’s collective appearance, the auditorium immediately fell silent.

  As the second act unfolds, the mood of the audience is quickly pulled back into the plot;

  In front of the train station.

  Li Genji was holding the urn wrapped in black cloth, looking at the long-lost father and daughter in front of him, fascinated.

  The man has a dark complexion, and his figure has the signs and characteristics of a migrant worker—the slight distortion of the body caused by years of manual labor, and the strongness that is revealed in the thinness.

  The girl is innocent and well-behaved. Under the orange-red sun, her nose and forehead are stained with spots of sweat.

  The smile is so clean, even in the cult-like sunlight, it looks so pure and beautiful.

   "Dad!"

   "Girl! Here it is! Dad is here!"

   "Smelly girl, she has grown taller! Whoops, let dad see, hey. It’s almost as big as dad, big girl!"

   "Dad seems to be your back."

  "Nonsense! The luggage is too heavy and heavy. Your father and I are still in the prime of life, how can I be hunched?"

   "Dad, how long can you stay here this time?"

   "Just come back and don't talk about this, go, let's go home!"

   "Dad, give it to me."

  "Yo-yo-yo! Don't dare, my girl slid straight away. I didn't dare to resist the bag. Besides, there are still things for you and your mother in it. Don't bump your hands and feet."

"what's that?"

  "I won’t tell you! Hey hey! Don’t grab it, don’t grab it, it’s hot. Sweat all over."

  Looking at the noisy crowd, the father used his rough hand to help his daughter wipe the sweat from the tip of her nose and tidy up her hair. Li Genji smiled and stopped the taxi that had just been issued a ticket by the traffic police.

  As the taxi goes away under the scorching sun, the picture gradually shifts to the orange-red sky.

  When the camera pulls down again, the screen has completed the transition.

  At the edge of the endless wheat field, the old farmer squatting on the ridge spit out cigarette leaves that he accidentally sucked into his mouth—a radio probably made in the last century was at his feet.

  The radio signal is not very good, and the noise overwhelms the rustling wind.

  His eyes are deep and muddy, scanning his territory like an old lion.

  Aside, Li Genji squatted there too—the two postures were exactly the same.

   "Buried?"

   Facing the old farmer’s question, Li Genji nodded.

   "Buried."

"In my life, the trees and trees fall in autumn, the two boys in the Fang family are like you. Oh, go around, walked from the village to the city, and then left the country and went to a foreign country from the city. I heard that he changed his nationality. Until he died. Don’t you just bury it back? In this lifetime, what is Weidi?"

  Father’s nagging, Li Genji did not answer.

  If it were before, he might be able to tell his old father from a scientific point of view; the second kid from the Fang family in his mouth, the Guangxi baby in his eyes, is one of the most authoritative astrologists in the world. His existence expands the large circle that symbolizes the boundary of human knowledge to the size of a dot.

   But thinking back to Fang Zhou's words before committing suicide, he could only smile bitterly.

  Father has always been dismissive of his status as a scientist.

In fact, he used to be proud of himself for a while, but the pride of "I gave birth to a capable son." A few years ago, the National Astronomical Administration designated the hillside next to the village as the base of the "Sky Eye" radio telescope. Because of his familiarity with the land, he was responsible for negotiating with the people about moving the tomb, which offended the entire village and dissipated.

  From then on, what my father often said was-I thought it was the ancestral grave that gave out a scientist, but he didn’t want to confess to a scientist’s ancestral grave, and he confessed to the ancestral grave!

  The silent effort between father and son, that old radio finally got the long-lost signal.

  It sent out a news briefing;

  "Following the death of the famous astronomer Fang Zhou by suicide, German astrophysicist von Schmidt suicided yesterday due to depression. Medical experts called on contemporary social pressure to intensify. The elite should pay more attention to the maintenance of mental health."

"The U.S. Maple Company held a press conference today to show the world the company's latest commercial project, space vacation. It is reported that Maple Company has invested more than 17 billion U.S. dollars to create a self-launched assembly spacecraft and an in-ship ecological ball. A systematic luxury space tourism facility. The project is modeled on the ecological relationship of the earth, allowing tourists to live in space for a period of two months to eighty years. According to the company's director, former NASA space research and development director Elsons revealed , Now the space resort project has accepted global reservations"

  Listening to the news on the radio, the dark-faced old man ordered a pot of tobacco leaves.

  "If you do science, you can really put people into a ball and launch them into space, and live a lifetime?"

  Li Genji, who was shocked by the news, was pulled back by his father's strong curiosity.

  He nodded solemnly.

  He knows this project.

  But he did not expect that the Americans would put it into commercial use anxiously when the project was not mature.

"can."

   "How big is that ball?"

  Father put down the pipe pot, his cloudy eyes were full of curiosity.

  "In theory, per capita can enjoy up to 30 square meters."

  "Can farm?"

   "Yes, there are 15 square meters of plant ecological area."

  Listening to his son’s explanation, the old non-nodded nodded.

   "How much does that cost?"

   Faced with the old father's posture of breaking the casserole inquiries, Li Genji was silent.

  Scientists and companies engaged in the eco-ball know that the rich and dignitaries who book the eco-ball may also know it, but the old father does not.

  Under the condition that the solar crisis has been confirmed, currency has lost its meaning to some extent.

  Everything is using resources that are about to disappear in exchange for a glimmer of life that may exist in the future.

   "Father, it's not about money. If you have to say, the fare for one person is at least 20 billion."

   "Donkey Day!"

  Hearing this number, the old farmer's eyes widened.

  His thinking is as barren as this land, and he really can't think of the meaning behind this astronomical number.

  Looking at his father's astonishment, Li Genji smiled.

   "Father, if you have 20 billion, will you go to space for a stroll and live your life in that ecological ball?"

   "I won't go!"

  The old farmer answered decisively and decisively. His thinking may be poor, but he has his own reason.

   Picking up the pipe pot, he slammed Fang and nodded the wheat field in front of him.

"I have three hills, two hills, and one hill. It turns out that they are all hillsides. It was your grandfather who used a **** and a **** to dig out a piece of stone. It took decades to raise it! This land is for me. Marriage and have children, and for you to walk from the country to the city, there is your grandfather, your grandfather's ancestral grave on the edge of the ground!"

  The pipe pot swept from one end of the wheat field to the other end of the land.

  Just sweeping such a circle, the old peasant's eyes have added a bit of pride.

   "These rich people, what are the pictures."

  At the end, the father who stuffed the pipe mouthpiece into his mouth expressed his contempt.

   "Twenty billion yuan can not be exchanged for an acre of land."

  Father’s logic makes Li Genji happy.

  In spite of looking at his smirking son, the old farmer slapped a pergola with his old palm and looked at the sun in the sky.

  "Donkey day, if it doesn't rain again, the wheat will die in drought!"

   Buzz!

  Just as the old farmer looked at the sun, the low, orange-red sun burst into a strong halo.

  The radio on the ridge suddenly burst into a high-pitched buzzer!

  Feeling the sudden increase in brightness, Li Genji closed his eyes tightly while covering his father's eyes.

  The solar super X-ray burst exactly the same as half a year ago, it happened again!

  　PS: What I wrote before was based on the script method. This chapter changed to a narrative style that was closer to reading habits. Sure enough, the pace was a little faster, and it was more pleasing to the eye.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)