My movie scared the global audience to tears

The next day, Song Qi and An Qin took a private plane and flew back to the capital.

Jiang Huai has been sent home and a mourning hall has been built in the villa.

After Song Qi and An Qin arrived, they met Jiang Hai.

He was obviously a little haggard, but he still received all the guests politely and thoughtfully.

"Please forgive me and accept the change."

An Qin didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only offer weak words of comfort.

"There is nothing to be sad about. My dad and I are mentally prepared. He designed this funeral himself."

Jiang Hai forced a smile: "He said after watching your "Inception" that he agreed with Mengqi's statement. After death, it is very likely that people will return to a higher latitude world, so there is nothing to be sad about.

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"..."

Song Qi didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

"Want to meet him?"

Jiang Hai led Song Qi and the two of them to the courtyard of the villa.

The Jianghuai family's villa covers an area of ​​five or six acres, and the mourning hall is built in the yard in front of the door.

Seeing the layout of the mourning hall, Song Qi suddenly wanted to laugh.

The place is filled with all kinds of movie props, all from Jiang Huai's works during his lifetime.

There are various spaceship models, alien holsters, robot props, alien dog toys, etc. Even JAC’s coffin is designed to look like a spaceship sleep chamber.

Arriving in front of the dormant warehouse, Song Qi saw Jiang Huai.

He seemed to be asleep, and he was not wearing a shroud, but the spacesuit worn by the astronauts in his first science fiction movie.

"Well…"

Song Qi couldn't help but laugh. Jiang Huai was indeed a leader in science fiction movies. Even his own funeral was designed in such a science fiction style.

Jiang Hai explained on the side: "He planned to be buried on ice, split the ashes into two parts, scatter one part in the sea, and launch the other part into space."

Hearing his words, Song Qi couldn't help but admire secretly.

After all, the old man was a leader in science fiction movies, and even before his death, he was paying homage to the theory of the origin of life.

Where did humans come from has always been the question that humans want to understand most.

The mainstream theory in this world is also the theory of evolution, which believes that humans originated from marine organisms.

But as for the origin of marine life, people still prefer the theory of extraterrestrial objects.

"I heard a saying."

Song Qi looked at Jiang Huai and said seriously: "Every atom in our body comes from an exploded star. The atoms that form our left hand may come from different stars than the atoms that form our right hand. We are all stardust, so...

Let his ashes return to ashes, and dust to dust!"

Hearing this, Jiang Hai couldn't help but sigh: "It's better that you can chat with him. I can't understand his thoughts. I always think it's better to be laid to rest, otherwise there won't even be a place to remember him."

"The memory is in your heart. As long as you remember him, he will not completely die."

Song Qi patted his back to express comfort: "As he said, maybe he will wake up in a higher-dimensional world and look at you in the sky!"

After saying that, Song Qi turned back to the coffin and bowed seriously three times.

An Qin held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and placed it in front of the coffin.

"Can I help you?"

Song Qi asked Jiang Hai.

Jiang Huai and he were considered friends. Although it was a joke, he still regarded Jiang Huai as a good teacher and helpful friend.

"I can take care of the funeral. I will definitely talk to you about other matters if necessary."

Jiang Hai smiled and was not polite.

Song Qi heard this and promised: "Well, if you need any help, just ask. As long as I can do my best, I will definitely help."

"good."

Jiang Hai suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you finished the process of the Horror Film Festival?"

"The walk is over, the place has been decided, and the first edition will be hosted by Tumiao City."

"That's great!"

Jiang Hai lamented: "My dad was still talking about wanting to hold the Science Fiction Film Festival before he died! Unfortunately, he will never see that day."

As he said that, his expression suddenly became serious: "What he failed to do, of course I, as his son, have to help him do it!"

He looked at Song Qi and said solemnly: "Song Qi, I have nothing else to ask you. I just ask you to help me fulfill my father's last wish."

Song Qi heard this, thought for a moment, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, no problem, I will definitely help you."

Jiang Hai's request is reasonable, but it is also a bit difficult.

His strength and reputation are completely incomparable to Jianghuai, and his influence in the industry is not at the same level.

Everyone's perception of him is that he is the son of Jiang Huai, the father of a tiger and the son of a dog.

If Jiang Huai had taken the lead in organizing the Science Fiction Film Festival during his lifetime, it would have been a sure thing and no one would have any objections.

But if someone else takes the lead, it's different.

Jiang Hai's strength and status are simply not enough to convince the public, and he might not even be able to join the judges by then.

If that happens, Jiang Hai will definitely not be able to accept it.

It's not that he likes fame and fortune, but as the son of the only science fiction super director in Daxia, if he can't even join the judges of the science fiction film festival, not only will he be embarrassed, but Jianghuai's face will also be affected by him.

Lost together.

Jiang Hai didn't want to see that situation happen, so he begged Song Qi.

This matter is also difficult for Song Qi.

Although he is a well-deserved leader in the horror film category, he has little influence in the science fiction film circle.

The reason why I was able to talk before was entirely because of my relationship with Jianghuai.

Now that Jiang Huai has passed away, he has become isolated from the science fiction film industry and cannot speak at all.

Everyone is willing to give Jianghuai face, but as a horror film director, why should Song Qi preach about the science fiction film industry?

But since Jiang Hai had said this, Song Qi would certainly not shirk it.

As for how to operate it, he would have to think about it carefully.

While they were talking, Lin Yunsheng also arrived.

"What a coincidence, you also came here at this time."

Lin Yunsheng was wearing black uniforms and holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand. He greeted Song Qi and the others, and then asked Jiang Hai: "According to common sense, I should advise you not to be sad, but I think that dying in peace is the best life."

That’s the way it ended, so I feel like I should congratulate you more. Which way do you think your father would like?”

Jiang Hai was familiar with his communication style. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "I think he would rather you congratulate him."

"Then it's settled."

Lin Yunsheng looked around and nodded: "This is really his style."

Without waiting for Jiang Hai's introduction, he came to Jiang Huai's coffin, looked at it carefully, and then presented the white chrysanthemum in front of the coffin.

Returning to Song Qi and the two of them, he took off his sunglasses and sighed: "To be honest, I really envy him. He died in the director's chair. This is obviously the way I imagined myself dying.

It’s a pity that I’m more likely to be hacked to death by the person I offended.”