Chapter 286 Atonement

   "Hey, old Wangtou, where are the souvenirs?"

  Jiang Yang put down the letter, "I also gave advice on my nephew's affairs, you can score me a point."

   "My son has supported you several times."

  Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang to help write a reply to the postman, telling him that the physiotherapy device is useless at his place, and he must accept it if he sends it to him.

   "I'm eating ashes here."

  When Uncle Wang thought of asking him to memorize so many books and walk on the mountain roads for two or three days, Uncle Wang felt that it was not interesting to do this.

  He also plans to send some of the supplements his son gave him.

  Uncle Wang: "I am in good health, what are you doing eating those things, can I still make up for a second spring?"

  Jiang Yang thinks it is really possible.

  I danced with Aunt Niu this morning, and they danced very happily.

   "Give me some goji berries later."

  Jiang Yang took the pen and paper prepared by Uncle Wang, and was about to write, "No, why don't you write it yourself?"

Uncle Wang said that the handwriting he wrote was too ugly, and what he wrote last time was quite embarrassing, so that when he replied to the letter, Teacher Wang’s blessings were all about academic success, and he just wrote that a classmate should study hard, so this This time, he decided to let Jiang Yang write the pen.

   "Tsk tsk."

Jiang Yang felt that Uncle Wang was embarrassing, "I'm in my 70s and 80s, and I'm still a generation of Peking Opera actors. My handwriting is not as good as that of a student, so it's not ashamed. If it is spread that you are the son of the film king—father, your son will be ashamed do."

  Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang to talk about himself, "You don't know how to hold chopsticks yet, if this gets out, your wife will lose all face."

  Jiang Yang said that you don't have to worry about it, "My wife doesn't dislike me, so there's no reason for this."

  The relationship between Uncle Wang and his son is not very good.

  Uncle Wang knocked on the table, "Write quickly, there are many things to do."

  Jiang Yang wrote back to the postman, telling him to take the physiotherapy device with peace of mind, otherwise it would be broken, and thank him for the souvenirs.

  Uncle Wang read what he wrote, "Hey, Comrade Xiao Jiang, do you know what I like most about you?"

"What?"

  Uncle Wang: "Confidence!"

  After Jiang Yang wrote the letter, Uncle Wang opened the letter from Wang Zheng's father, Teacher Wang.

  This letter contains some very sincere words of thanks.

   There are also some thank you notes written by children.

  Uncle Wang held the thank-you letters written by those children and felt quite warm.

   "Hey? There is also a post-reading testimonial here." When Jiang Yang was flipping through it, he saw a post-reading testimonial, which was about "The Little Prince".

  He let Uncle Wang see it.

   "Good good good."

  Uncle Wang took reading glasses to read it all over, so he got used to it and forgot that the world is not all like this. Now that I suddenly think about it, I feel that what I did suddenly made sense.

  He asked Jiang Yang to write another letter, "Don't mention those things about Wang Zheng."

  Uncle Wang thought it was meaningless.

  He asked Jiang Yang to write a letter to ask Mr. Wang what else was missing, and he would send it again.

  He has a lot of things at home.

He also wants to send all his pension over there, and treat it as a donation. He is not at ease donating to those who will be there. He thinks that since Mr. Wang has been from the capital to remote mountainous areas for so many years, it is definitely worth entrusting .

Uncle Wang was still afraid that he would not accept him, "You just say that I do everything to atone for my sins. I ran a red light, I touched porcelain, I relied on my old man to give up my seat on the subway. I can’t get over it, I have to do good deeds and help more people in need, so that I can feel better, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep night after night.”

"this-"

  Jiang Yang stopped writing and looked up at Uncle Wang.

  This old man is joking regardless of the occasion, how could the actor's father touch porcelain, what is he trying to do?

  Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang not to shy away, "It's okay, write!"

"OK."

  Jiang Yang wrote it all down, and did not forget to ask, "No, you really didn't pass that hurdle?"

  Uncle Wang: "There is nothing you can't live with."

  Some things are just like this, neither choice is a good result, but one has to be chosen. If he chooses to live, his wife will suffer pain, if he chooses to die, he will suffer inwardly. When he makes a choice, he knows what consequences he will bear, so he has nothing to live with now. Few people in this world The best of both worlds.

   "So you—"

  Uncle Wang advised Jiang Yang, "When making an important decision, you must think about whether you can bear the consequences."

   "I know that."

  Jiang Yang wrote what Uncle Wang said just now.

  After finishing writing, Uncle Wang and Jiang Yang went out from the side door to buy books and send things. Uncle Wang picked out a popular science book on Peking Opera. He felt that even if he didn't listen to or sing Peking Opera, he still had to know what it was. Jiang Yang picked out a science fiction novel, a popular science book about the universe. He felt that the clearest starry sky could be seen in the mountain village. It would be very romantic if he could compare it with the book at this time.

   As for the science fiction novel, Jiang Yang read it by himself.

  He asked Uncle Wang to scan the QR code and pay the bill, and this book was regarded as the fruit of his own labor.

  After sending all the things away, it was around ten o'clock, and the sun was very hot.

  Jiang Yang bid farewell to Uncle Wang, went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and received a call from Zhou Hao on the way back: "Writer Jiang? What are you doing?"

   "What writer?"

  Jiang Yang was carrying something and refused to admit it. Zhou Hao didn't believe it at first, "It's been pulled out from the Internet, and the evidence is solid!"

  Jiang Yang: "What evidence?"

   Zhou Hao thought for a while, but there was really no evidence, "That song from your wife?"

   "That's the Beatles!"

  Jiang Yang said.

  After a bit of tugging, Zhou Hao made him feel unconfident, "Let's not talk about this, I have chosen the MV shooting location, and the shooting will start tomorrow?"

  Jiang Yang thought it would work, "You shoot first."

   This MV mainly shoots actors and actresses.

   Li Qingning only needs a few shots of singing or playing the piano. After all, his acting skills are not very good, so if he can make as few shots as possible, he will make as few shots as possible.

   "Okay, by the way, how is your script writing?"

   Zhou Hao heard what Jiang Yang said yesterday.

   "It's finished."

  Jiang Yang said.

   But he didn't know what to do with the script.

  After he wrote the script, he thought about changing it into a movie with a domestic background, but many professional screenwriters remake foreign movies in a nondescript manner, let alone him. Take the projectionist as an example. The film projected by the projectionist in the script is reviewed by the pastor of the church. The projectionist cuts out the kiss scene, and the cut film reaches the projectionist.

  When Uncle Li was a projectionist, he didn't have the right to cut.

  This line is not straightened out, so how did the protagonist see the shocking and amazing kissing scene at the end of the movie?

  After all these things, Jiang Yang finally gave up on the adaptation.

So be it.

   But how to shoot is a big problem.

   In terms of funds, Jiang Yang will never let Li Qingning lead the investment.

   This film was released for 3 hours when it was first released, and the box office was too terrible. The original film was directly withdrawn from the theater and re-edited to 2 hours, and then the second round of screenings was released, but the result was still terrible.

  Jiang Yang is now writing a two-hour script.

   Later, more than 30 years later, the movie was re-screened in China, and the box office was not very high.

  But I have to say that this is a classic in film history.

  Jiang Yang also promised Uncle Li that he would shoot it.

  The problem is stuck here.

   Zhou Hao chatted a few more words, and was about to hang up when he suddenly remembered: "By the way, a reporter blocked the door at the company today."

   Probably because of Jiang Yang and Jiang Yang.

  Jiang Yang was carrying vegetables back home. After hearing this, he looked up and saw that there were quite a few reporters outside the main entrance of the community. They were preparing to make a big news. Seeing this posture, he turned around and went back through the side door.

  (end of this chapter)