Good wine is good wine. After a night of hangover, when Xu Haofeng woke up the next morning, except for a little dry mouth, he had no sequelae such as a headache.

I looked at the time on my watch.

Early 8 o'clock.

Where am I...

Looking around at the unfamiliar environment and recalling it for a moment, he understood.

Last night's drunkenness prevented him from going home...

"Well……"

The last memory in my mind is that I and Xu Xin were discussing the malleability of the story in "The Grandmaster"...

He sat up from the bed.

Scratched his head.

Where is the bathroom...

…

"Oh? Lao Xu, are you awake?"

Hearing this noise, Xu Haofeng, who had just left the house, turned around and saw... Xu Xin, who was holding a porridge pot in his hand, was greeting him.

Looking at him who looked a little haggard, Xu Xin smiled and said:

"Then hurry up? There are disposable dental appliances in the bathroom..."

"Washed."

"Let's eat. You drank a little too much last night. Drink something dilute to nourish your stomach when you wake up in the morning."

"……good."

Breakfast at Lao Xu's house is actually quite simple.

Millet porridge, scrambled eggs, fried shredded cabbage, Liubiju pickles, steamed buns, a bowl of nutritious stew specially designed to replenish the body of pregnant women, and a bowl of hot noodle soup that Xu Xin likes to eat after getting drunk as a routine.

And because she didn't know Xu Haofeng's taste, Yang Mi specially made an extra bowl for him today.

Not to mention... After seeing these breakfasts, Xu Haofeng's first reaction was that these two couples are really down-to-earth.

The little taste of life is immediately reflected.

Naturally, Yang Mi didn't know what he was thinking. After everyone started eating, she scooped out the stew and asked Xu Xin, whose eyes were bloodshot:

"when did you sleep lastnight?"

"…a little more."

"Is one o'clock too much?... He looks very depressed."

"Absolutely. Who can drink a pound of wine and not feel haggard?"

Xu Xin said while slurping noodles.

Then he turned to Xu Haofeng and said:

"Lao Xu, are you going to follow me for the second round of auditions for "The Hawthorn Tree" later?"

"Uh... I won't go."

Xu Haofeng shook his head:

"After staying in Xiangjiang for a while, I finally came back to rest for a while and spend some time with my children."

"That's okay, we can just go together after dinner."

"Um."

Yang Mi didn't think much about the conversation between the two.

During the meal, we chatted for a while about "The Hawthorn Tree" and the meal was finished.

Xu Xin wiped his lips:

"Then I'm going to change clothes."

"just go."

Yang Mi nodded.

…

When it was almost 9 o'clock, Xu Xin, who had put on a set of sportswear, walked out of the living room door, and came to the door of the house with Xu Haofeng carrying bags.

Xu Haofeng drives a very low-key JEEP.

Parked right next to the Volvo.

After taking out the car keys, Volvo and JEEP started to warm up the car separately.

Then, as Xu Haofeng rubbed his face, the passenger door of the car was opened.

Xu Xin rushed up.

"...?"

He was stunned.

Looking at an envelope handed over by Xu Xin:

"This is……"

"Yesterday after you drank too much, I read the entire script. Here is a handwritten letter from me to Director Wang."

"Well……"

Xu Haofeng had doubts in his eyes. He took the envelope, squeezed it, and asked in confusion:

"So thick?"

"She's still not willing to give in."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xu Xin looked at the door of his home while talking, fearing that Yang Mi would come out of the door next second and see the two of them.

This letter was handwritten for 4 pages.

What I wrote are my own opinions based on respecting the script.

But the writing is not satisfying.

In other words... my hands are sore before I finish writing.

So, he used the computer again last night and drew out three lines respectively with three people: Ip Man, Gong Er, and Yi Yintian.

I sorted out the stories that happened in each of the three lines and the time when they intersected.

After sorting it out and printing it out, he followed the idea of ​​Gong Er designed by Yang Mi and provided a story script idea that he thought was smoother.

From handwritten letters, to computer data drawings, to the main lines of the script that I think are more reasonable, there are all kinds of things. This envelope contains 4 pages of handwritten manuscripts and 13 computer-printed manuscripts.

17 pages in total.

It took him an entire night.

Yes, he didn't sleep all night.

After drinking alcohol, the alcohol exhaled can easily damage the baby's brain, and he will not go back to the house to sleep.

Therefore, Yang Mi didn't know that he had been working all night.

If she knew that he stayed up all night for someone else's "The Grandmaster", Yang Mi's temper would definitely explode.

What are you doing?

If you don't play a role, you won't play it anymore.

What can be done?

But...even though that's what he said, his wife's persistence and hard work for this role is based on his own love for this role.

Because he likes it, she works hard.

Worked hard for a whole year.

As a husband, he couldn't sit back and watch, especially when he knew that his wife was obviously suitable, but his efforts were wasted because of the weak script.

This reason... is so nonsense.

But he would not say these words to Lao Xu, or even tell Yang Mi.

Telling Lao Xu would be tantamount to denying the screenwriting achievements of him, Wang Jiawei, and Zhou Jingzhi.

It probably means that you have been working hard for ten years and you still can't get as much work out of me as I have been working hard for one night... That's a bit too disrespectful.

But I can't tell Yang Mi the same way: I'm working hard for your role.

He felt sorry for her.

But she also felt sorry for him.
To be continued...