Senior Superstar

Hongtang Village is not big.

This small village located far away from the urban area has few young people living today. Most of the young and middle-aged people have gone to the surrounding cities with better development, and most of the people who stay here are the elderly and children who have not yet reached school age.

Rows of white-painted houses for the sake of the village are like urns containing living people. If there is no smoke rising from the kitchen, or if there is a barking of chickens and dogs, the whole village will be destroyed. Quiet as a cemetery.

"The courier has arrived!"

On the narrow concrete road at the entrance of the village, an electric sanlu painted with postal green slowly stopped, and the loudspeaker on the roof disturbed the tranquility of the village.

The land around the village has long been contracted out, and every household has only a palm-sized vegetable garden in front of the house and behind the house, and there are people at home in broad daylight.

Hearing the arrival of the courier, some old people with their dolls gathered in twos and threes at the head of the village.

A package that looked cheap was put in by the courier Cheng Xueyi and pulled out from the carriage.

There are not many packages that really need to be sent to Hongtang Village, and even fewer packages are actually sent to the elderly in the village. Most of the packages are toys and clothes sent to their children by parents who are working hard in the city.

After a short while, the package was sorted out.

Just as Cheng Xueyi gathered up the receipt and was about to put the two unclaimed packages in the village store and headed to the next village, a figure with a walking stick tremblingly walked up to Dian Sanlu.

Seeing the old man standing in front of him, Cheng Xueyi was taken aback.

As a rural postman, he has traveled this route for more than three years. He knew most of the people in the village, but not all of them.

The old man in front of him was one of the people he had never met.

He didn't know the old man's name.

He only knew of a few nearby villages, none of which was older than her.

ninety five? ninety-seven?

Cheng Xueyi is not sure how old he is, but it is certain that the old man is not a hundred years old.

People in the village said that the old man had no children, and he lived on some rice and noodles donated by the government, and thousands of dollars in contract money from a few acres of land outside the village every year.

The body is considered tough but the temper is very strange, usually do not have much contact with people.

"Grandma, you have a courier. Huh!"

Cheng Xueyi came back to his senses, seeing that the old man looked as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, he hurried forward to help him.

But as soon as he got close, he was suffocated by the smell of the old man.

A person who hasn't bathed in decades, probably has this smell!

Cheng Xueyi never expected that an old lady who was dressed in clean and tidy clothes would have such a strong smell!

There are also old people in his family, but there is still a difference between the smell of old people and the smell of not taking a bath.

As if he didn't see Cheng Xueyi's movement of covering his nose, the old man squeezed his toothless and shriveled lips and broke into a smile.

"Young man (boy), I've got a letter to send."

"Send a letter? To whom?"

As if he didn't hear Cheng Xueyi's words, the old man tremblingly raised the envelope in his hand and handed it over.

After taking the envelope and seeing the crooked words on it, Cheng Xueyi laughed angrily.

There were only seven large characters on the envelope, and Mr. Li Shixin personally signed it—the address was not written, and even a stamp was affixed!

Holding the letter, Cheng Xueyi couldn't laugh or cry.

During this period of time, there are too few people in China who don’t know about Li Shixin. First he participated in the film and won the Academy Award, and then "Batman The Dark Knight" was released. Now the news about "Joker" that will impact the next Oscar is also overwhelming, no Ladies young and old are fascinated by this aging star.

For example, Cheng Xueyi's 54-year-old mother has recently quarreled with the old man at home because she reads jokes about Li Shixin on the marketing account on her mobile phone every day.

"Grandma, is this letter for that star Li Shixin? You, don't chase stars at your age!"

Seeing Cheng Xueyi's mouth moving, the old lady stroked the hearing aid hanging on her ear, and waved her hand slowly.

"Huh? Don't eat meat? Don't eat it, don't eat it, I don't eat it long ago at my age!"

"no!"

Seeing that his meaning was misunderstood, Cheng Xueyi increased his volume: "I mean, at your age, don't be like those young people chasing stars!"

"I can't even eat spicy food! Just drink some porridge every day and take a few mouthfuls of pickled vegetables! Hehehehe."

Facing the smiling and kind old lady, Cheng Xueyi was completely speechless.

Wrinkling his nose and holding his breath, Cheng Xueyi looked at the hearing aid hanging on the old man's ear, turned around and returned to the electric car.

He took out a button battery and carefully took off the old man's hearing aid.

After a while, he put the hearing aid with the light on back on the old man's ear—the replaced battery seemed to be dead, and even started to seep.

"Grandma, can you hear me this time?"

"Oh! I can do it."

The sudden and clear voice brought an inexplicable surprise to the old lady's face.

"Who are you sending this letter to?"

"That's the one on TV, that Mr. Li who made the movie!"

This time, facing Cheng Xueyi's question, the old man replied with a smile.

After confirming the recipient, Cheng Xueyi grinned, "Grandma, why did you write to him?"

The old man was silent for a moment, as if he was forgiving his decayed reflex arc: "Didn't he say that he made the best movies in our country? I want to ask him to make a movie for me."

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Taking another look at the smelly old lady, Cheng Xueyi grinned.

"Grandma, I can't post your letter to you!"

"I put stamps on them!"

When she heard that there was no way to post it, the old man became anxious, picked up the crutch in her hand, and vigorously clicked on the letter in Cheng Xueyi's hand.

Looking at the old stamps on the envelope, Cheng Xueyi couldn't laugh or cry.

Good guy.

Special 57's Huangshan scenery - or the toothless version!

The price of three thousand yuan can be called casually in the antique market.

As a half-time stamp collector, Cheng Xueyi couldn't move his eyes.

But after a long while of silence, he still stuffed the envelope back into the old lady's hand.

"Grandma, it's not about stamps. You don't have an address for this letter, so I can't mail it to you! Besides, who is Li Shixin? He is a big star in our country. Even if you know his address, You may not even read the letter when it arrives in the mail! You should take this letter back. You should keep this stamp. If you are short of money, find someone you can trust and sell it, it’s very valuable!”

Putting the letter back into the old lady's hand, Cheng Xueyi turned and closed the door of the tricycle.

Seeing that he was leaving, the old lady became even more anxious.

"Little Paozi, I don't have enough stamps. I still have more. Please do a good job and help me deliver the letter."

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Cheng Xueyi stopped pulling the car door.

Gritting his molars hard, he suddenly turned around and took the letter from the old man's hand.

Carefully tearing off the stamp and putting it in his breast pocket, he raised the letter in his hand.

"Grandma, I accept the stamp. I will definitely deliver this letter to you to satisfy your girlish heart!"

"Okay."

Holding the shiny cane with the polished handle, the old lady opened her toothless mouth and laughed happily.

A week later, DW film and television base.

In the studio where the clown crew was located, Li Shixin got up from his chair with a smile and greeted his godson Li Juan.

"Are you there? Are you tired after a day's flight?"

Seeing Li Shixin and the figure standing behind Li Shixin, Li Juan quickly stood up straight.

"Isn't it right to do things for godfather?"

"Hahaha, Godfather just likes your small mouth. It looks like it's been smeared with honey! Come, come, sit down and talk."

Smiling at Li Juan, Li Shixin pulled the folding chair over.

This time Li Juan came to North America because of the simultaneous global announcement of "Joker".

Although the filming has just started, Li Shixin's urination as godson Li Juan knows.

The armed forces went ahead before they could use food and fodder. "Joker" was Li Shixin's goal for the next Oscar for Best Director and Best Actor, and he dared not be sloppy in the slightest.

besides

He subconsciously looked at the beautiful figure behind Li Shixin, and secretly raised his spirits.

What's going on with being the vice president of the group by himself, Li Juan has a clue in his mind!

As long as the godfather's business is done well, the future will be absolutely bright.

This is the iron law!

"Godfather, I will go to DC in the afternoon to study with them about the joint announcement in North America. Although "Joker" is produced by our company this time, after all, the IP belongs to DC. Also pull it up, the effect will definitely be the last.”

"You decide. But these things are not in a hurry. The film has only finished six scenes, and it will take at least five months before the release is announced. There is plenty of time. If you are tired from the journey, take a rest and come back tomorrow." It's not too late to go."

Li Shixin was very pleased to see that Li Juan knew what was in his mind and had practical thoughts and actions.

"No, I've already made an appointment with that side."

Li Juan smiled obsequiously, looking like a dog's leg.

"By the way, godfather, I brought you a letter this time."

"letter?"

Li Shixin blinked his eyes.

This toy should be a rarity.

Since the rise of emails, QQ, and WeChat, I haven't seen them for at least ten years.

"A courier from the post office has been blocking people at the door of our company every morning for the past week, saying that he was entrusted by a centenarian to send you a letter. I guess he is a fanatic fan. I thought it was very funny when I heard about it. Son, I just accepted the letter. No, I brought it to you. Godfather, your influence and lethality are getting bigger and bigger. The age group of fans has expanded from 80 to 100 years old! "

Hearing Li Juan's words, Zhao Jinzhi and the old fans who had been hanging out with the crew all surrounded in surprise.

Only Li Shixin's old face sank.

God damn it expanded from eighty to one hundred!

I can't hold back fans of this age group, can I?

"Where's the letter?"

With a grimace, Li Shixin stretched out his hand.

Li Juan doubled up in his briefcase, took out an envelope covered with fingerprints and sweat, and handed it over.

Seeing the traditional Chinese characters "Mr. Li Shixin personally" on the envelope, Li Shixin let out a sigh.

Should I say it or not, it is strange that a centenarian can write such characters.

It is estimated that when he was young, he was also a respectable person.

"Shixin, quickly open it and see what's written."

"Congratulations to Lord Xin, the age of fans has broken the record again!"

Li Shixin's eyebrows twitched amidst the banter between Liu Feng's grandson and Zhang Yaozhong.

In front of everyone, he opened the letter and took out a thick stack of letter paper inside.

There are more than a dozen sheets of letter paper, but the content of the letter is not much.

Perhaps the writer's fingers and eyes were not sharp, and the letters were written in very large fonts.

"Mr. Li Shixin:

Hello.

My name is Zhou Qingru, born in the fifteenth year of the Republic of China.

I am writing this letter to you to ask you to make a movie for me to record my life."

After reading the first page patiently, Li Shixin opened the second page.

"Things that cannot be forgotten in..."

Just when I saw this, a page clipping in the envelope suddenly slipped and landed lightly on the ground.

On the upward side, there is a bold bold title.

"On August 14, on the occasion of the Ninth Comfort Women Memorial Day, the last registered 'comfort woman' in our country passed away."