Entertainment: The path of superstars from yearning

“Where’s my daughter? Nini, Dad is back!” When she arrived at Tan Songyun’s house, she yelled as soon as she entered.
“Father!” A little girl threw herself into Meng Feibai’s arms.
Meng Feibai picked up the little girl and said, “How about Nini, how are you doing in kindergarten?”
The little girl said, “The teacher told us a story.”
“Tell a story? What story are you telling?”
“It’s about Leo Tolstoy.”
Meng Feibai: “??????”
ah?
Tolstoy?
Are kindergartens so scary now? Even the kindergarten curriculum has begun to involve, which is simply terrifying.
. . . . . .
Time flies, taking away the youthful years of a generation, leaving one legend after another.
Now Meng Feibai is thirty-five years old, and now he seldom directs movies himself.
The main energy is spent on spending time with the family. After all, being a director is such a tiring job, and making money from investing in movies is not as easy as it is.
Although sometimes investment is risky.
Last year, “The Matrix” was released by Meng Fei in a parallel time and space, and it was one of the few films he personally directed in these years.
In the end, it swept the domestic box office by 4 billion, and of course it did not exceed “Purple”Day”, but it is already a very high box office.
And the box office of the entire European market is about 2 billion, and the box office of the entire United States is also 1 billion.
Adding the piecemeal box office in these Asian countries, it is another tens of billions of movies.
It can be said that Xiong dominated the entire awards season, and the Oscars even wanted to award him the best picture and best director.
He was also going to be awarded the three gold medals in Europe, but Meng Feibai didn’t go to accept the award.
Because my daughter is going to primary school, Meng Feibai is contacting the school.
Yes, Meng Feibai is so willful now.
No Oscar, no European three gold medals, no best picture, nothing is as important as the education of one’s own daughter.
Meng Feibai is smart. After “The Matrix”, he directly announced that he would no longer make movies.
Only occasionally guest starred and wrote scripts, and no longer personally directed.
This avoids the embarrassing situation of word-of-mouth decline after the peak.
But even so, Meng Feibai, who was half-retired, was not forgotten.
At least his script is very attractive, and there have been no overturns yet.
Of course, Meng Feibai is also producing scripts at a very slow speed.
Probably… one in two or three years!
After Taiqing Media went public, its stock price has remained high.
Because Meng Feibai didn’t blow the bubbles like the Wang brothers, so Taiqing didn’t blow the thunder like Huayi.
Meng Feibai specially took out a small part of the equity and distributed it to the young ladies.
After all, there are some things that cannot be given, and can only be made up for materially.
Of course, the bonus shares were given, not original shares.
Although Meng Feibai did not announce his retirement, he has actually decided not to be a director and make movies.
Even so, both Meng Feibai’s fans and movie enthusiasts are waiting for Meng Feibai’s new work.
They are not even satisfied with the promotion on the official Weibo. They are going to the major media, Taiqing official Weibo and Meng Feibai’s Weibo, looking forward to the news of Meng Feibai’s new work one day.
But unfortunately, it has never been.
As a Wenchaogong, what is the most afraid of?
Of course, Jiang Lang was exhausted. When Meng Feibai finished writing the works remembered in his mind, Meng Feibai could only write works by himself.
Of course, it’s not like he didn’t have original works.
In recent years, I have written many works of various themes, but they are limited to novels.
After all, what he studied was playwriting, which was his major. Writing novels was easier for him.
It’s just that after this, Meng Feibai no longer has the advantage of foresight.
Of course, he doesn’t need such an advantage anymore. If the family is big and the career is big, it’s good to keep the achievements.
In the past two years, Meng Feibai has also become a lot more stable, and he seems to have the demeanor of a big boss.
And no longer like when she was in her twenties, she was full of flirtatious talk and gossips everywhere.
Meng Feibai, who was sitting in the office, had just returned from a meeting in the conference room.
He took out the book from the drawer, the biography written by the author Zhuan Zhu Liao, and read it with relish.
Not to mention, sometimes it’s quite interesting to read your own biographies.
Over the years, he still got rid of many bad habits, such as flirting with women and others.
After all, those at home can’t handle it, and they don’t have the energy to play tricks.
It’s not that his body can’t bear it. In fact, after turning thirty, Meng Feibai’s physical fitness not only didn’t decline, but got stronger and stronger.
But as I grow older, my spirit can no longer stand those trivial things.
To put it bluntly, I am becoming more and more Buddhist, and I don’t like changing the status quo. Instead, I think life is good as it is.
He casually flipped through a few pages of his biographies, happily put them in the drawer, and prepared to go home from get off work.
There are two daughters at home who are waiting to cook by themselves, so I can’t let the two little padded jackets feel wronged.
Thinking of his daughter, Meng Feibai couldn’t help showing a trace of kindness on his face.
The whole book is over…
. . . . . .
Thank you for your support along the way. Meng Feibai’s story ends here.
This should be my first truly finished novel. Although it is still a bit rushed, it is not unfinished anyway.
Don’t worry, everyone, the new book in the future will be the same as this book, it won’t be unfinished and eunuch.
In addition, my new book “Entertainment: I Really Don’t Want to Be an Actor” has been released, and it’s still in Feilu. It has 360,000 words, and it’s ready to be slaughtered.
Please support me a lot.
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Postscript…
Parallel Time and Space, 1989.
Yanjing, military hospital.
A woman gave birth to her child today, a boy.
What’s special about this boy is that, except for the instinctive crying at the beginning when he took the first breath of air, he never cried again.
If it wasn’t for the weak vital signs, the nurse would have thought it was a stillbirth!
“Give the child a name!” A young girl looked at her husband and said with a smile.
The tall and lean young man carefully picked up the child and stared at the child’s face for a long time.
A loving smile appeared on his face involuntarily. This is his son. He is a father for the first time, and he is still a little at a loss, but this feeling of blood connection cannot be concealed.
“Hey! Meng Yuxing, give the child a name!” the girl said reluctantly. Although she was weak, she kept her voice low, but Meng Yuxing still heard it.
heAfter thinking for a while, he said, “Let me think about it, Ziyu, the elm of the elm tree. What do you think?”
“As long as you like it!”
“No, this requires you to nod, this is the meat that fell from your body.”
“I love so much.”
…
What they didn’t know was that the baby actually listened to their conversation.
The baby has self-awareness, he is a little confused.
“Damn it! What’s going on? How did I become a baby? And this ward is too old-fashioned, right?”
. . . . . .
The whole book is over…