Back to 80: My Literary Life

That night, Fang Minghua called Song Tangtang in China and told him about the matter. Song Tangtang on the other end of the phone was also confused.

"Liu Xiaoli? This name is very common. There seems to be more than one named Liu Xiaoli in the several art troupes I am in. Which art troupe is she from?"

"Wu Tianmin didn't say anything on the phone."

"Okay, Minghua, after all your hard work, maybe you are really my comrade-in-arms. Besides, even if he is not, the actor that Brother Wu and Zhang Yimou are interested in, why doesn't Spielberg agree? You go and have a look first. If No, I’ll negotiate with Nick, their vice president of Warner Brothers!”

"As you command, wife!"

Early the next morning, Fang Minghua said goodbye to Li Li and her daughter, and embarked on a journey to Los Angeles.

Sitting on the plane, looking out the window at the rainy San Francisco, Fang Minghua thought to himself.

Now that he comes to San Francisco, he has to go to Los Angeles, and not just once. In the future, Shengshi Film and Television and Warner Bros. will cooperate in depth, and both Song Tangtang and himself will go to Los Angeles more often.

I might as well move my family to Los Angeles.

At least the sun is shining here. If you buy a mansion by the sea, you can face the sea every day and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Southern California.

However, Fang Minghua found it quite difficult. At the very least, he had to persuade Li Li to leave San Francisco State University and work at a university in Los Angeles. However, Li Li seemed to be very satisfied with the state university and had no plans to leave.

Also, Ashley Press is also in San Francisco, unless they move here together.

Forget it, I won’t move home for the time being. I’ll buy a villa in Los Angeles so I don’t have to stay in a hotel. Let’s wait until it’s free.

When we arrived at Los Angeles International Airport, we went to Union Station to take the train to Burbank, just like last time.

This time, Wu Tianmin and the others did not stay at the Portofino Hotel, but at the Holiday Inn Burbank Media Center with better conditions, at least a three-star hotel. Fang Minghua also registered for a room here.

After entering the room and briefly washing up, Fang Minghua went upstairs and knocked on the door of Wu Tianmin's room. No one answered. He probably went to the production crew at Warner Bros. headquarters.

He was not in a hurry and would wait until Wu Tianmin and the others returned to the hotel at noon to inquire about the situation in detail.

Fang Minghua turned around and went down the stairs. He saw an Oriental woman coming up the stairs. She was in her thirties, wearing a down jacket and a black turtleneck sweater. She had short hair and beautiful white teeth.

After glancing at the other party, Fang Minghua withdrew his gaze. It was very impolite to stare at a strange woman all the time.

Back in his room, Fang Minghua took off his windbreaker, half-lying on the bed and turned on the TV. He was watching TV boredly when he heard a gentle knock on the door.

He thought it was a waiter at first, so when he opened the door and took a look, he was stunned. It was the young woman I met on the stairs just now, but this time she brought a little girl with her, who looked like her daughter.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry to bother you," the young woman said.

Speak standard Mandarin!

"Who are you?"

"I am Liu Xiaoli, and this is my daughter Liu Qian, Meizi Xixi, called uncle."

"Hello, uncle." The little girl called out obediently. Fang Minghua took a closer look and found that she was about ten years old. Although she hadn't grown yet, she could tell she was a beauty.

It's just that the little girl looks familiar.

"Oh, are you my wife's comrade? Come in." After saying that, he turned around and walked inside.

Liu Xiaoli took her daughter's hand into the room and sat on the sofa, looking a little embarrassed.

Fang Minghua didn't look at her, just looked at the daughter beside her, who looked more and more like the same person.

Liu Yifei? Liu Tianxian? !

A person's name suddenly popped into Fang Minghua's mind!

Before coming to this era, Fang Minghua had read Liu Yifei's resume on the Internet. It seemed that she and her mother had stayed in the United States for a period of time after her parents divorced. Her mother was a dancer, and she seemed to be named Liu Xiaoli. The Internet also said that she was very beautiful.

Look at it now, it’s really not bad!

A woman in her thirties, pretty with mature charm.

Fang Minghua feels that Liu Xiaoli is more beautiful now than when she saw Liu Yifei in her thirties on the Internet.

At this time, Liu Xiaoli said: "Mr. Fang, first of all, I want to apologize to you. Although I was once a dancer, I have never been in an art troupe. I am really sorry for pretending to be President Song's comrade."

"I already know that you actually studied dancing at the Wuhan Song and Dance Troupe and stayed with the troupe after graduation until you came to the United States." Fang Minghua said lightly.

"Mr. Fang, do you know me?!" This time it was Liu Xiaoli's turn to be surprised.

I don’t know you, but I know your daughter.

Fang Minghua said in his heart, but on the surface he looked enigmatic.

Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to ask further, so she added: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Wu and Director Zhang also told you about my daughter. Our mother and daughter came all the way from New York, and I just want my daughter to play this role." , both for my daughter and for me.”

"I understand, it's not easy for you to raise your child alone in a foreign country. Since both Wu Tianmin and Zhang Yimou think that the child is good and has acting talent, then I will help you fight for it." Fang Minghua said.

Liu Xiaoli was overjoyed when she heard this and quickly said to her daughter: "Sissi, thank you uncle quickly!"

"Thank you, uncle!" the little girl shouted crisply.

"You're welcome, but as I said, I'm helping you fight for it. I can't guarantee whether it will really succeed." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Uncle, you can do it. Mom said you are amazing." Before Liu Xiaoli opened her mouth, the little girl said.

Oh

Have you been so sweet since childhood?

Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.

After chatting for a few more words, Liu Xiaoli and her daughter said goodbye politely and left. Fang Minghua suddenly called her.

"Ms. Liu, I have a suggestion."

"Mr. Fang, please." Liu Xiaoli stopped.

"If Xixi wants to pursue acting and develop in China, I suggest changing her name. Liu Ximeizi sounds like a Japanese name. I think you know the current attitude of China towards Japanese people."

"Mr. Fang, you are right. This name was changed by her grandmother. I didn't think so much at the time. I will change it immediately."

At this point, Liu Xiaoli paused and looked at Fang Minghua: "Mr. Fang, you are a great writer with literary talent. Can you please give my daughter a new name?"

Huh?

Then it's ready.

Fang Minghua pretended to ponder: "Well, then let's call her Liu Yifei?"

"Well, this name is good, fresh, elegant and fairy-like!" Liu Xiaoli praised, and then said to her daughter next to her.

"Xixi, kowtow to Uncle Fang and thank him for naming you."

The little girl was well-behaved. She fell to the ground and kowtowed.

This scared Fang Minghua, and she quickly pulled the little girl up and asked, "Ms. Liu, what are you doing?"

"I am from Harbin. We have a custom in the Northeast. If an elder names a younger generation, the younger generation must kowtow." Liu Xiaoli explained seriously.

"Really? My hometown is also in Shenyang, Northeast China. Why haven't I heard of this custom?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"Mr. Fang, are you also from Northeast China? That's great, we are fellow villagers!" Liu Xiaoli's standard Mandarin immediately turned into a Northeast accent with a hint of corn grits.

Fang Minghua nodded, but thought to herself.

This woman is amazing.