Chapter 83 Lanlou Qiongyu (monthly ticket plus updates)

He looked at Chen Yi'an in front of him, and his tone was indifferent: "Then what are you doing here?"

After he finished speaking, he passed directly over Chen Yi'an who looked embarrassed.

The Zhou family's private jets were parked on the back hill of the old house. Zhou Jingwei drove over there, but the black Land Rover was stopped by the railing at the entrance to the back hill.

The bodyguard came over and looked at Zhou Jingwei's gentle and indifferent face. He was frightened for a while and said bravely: "Master, the old gentleman said that you can't come in here today."

"Give you three seconds to raise the railing."

His voice was straight, his emotions concealed, and he was eerily calm.

The bodyguard lowered his head and said, "Master, we are also following orders, please don't make it difficult."

"three."

"two."

"one."

The wheels rolled backwards and the engine made a dull sound.

Zhou Jingwei's cold jade-like fingers were firmly clasped on the steering wheel, his posture was dignified and relaxed.

He stopped two hundred meters away.

Probably affected by the heavy rain in Xuancheng, dense raindrops began to float in the sky.

Before the bodyguard could react, Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyebrows, stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and rushed over.

There was a loud bang, and the bodyguard's face turned pale with fright.

When he reacted, only the railings, which had been torn apart by the impact of gravity, fell piece by piece from mid-air, and there were even sparks popping out from the broken parts.

Zhou Bingquan was actually prepared to be unable to stop Zhou Jingwei. He stood on the empty mountain with a cane, and behind him were hundreds of helicopters of various types.

His eyes fell on the Land Rover's completely raised and scrapped front hood, and he frowned.

Zhou Jingwei had already gotten out of the car and walked quickly towards a small helicopter.

"I have placed all the pilots in the Zhou family's old house. Zhou Jingwei, even if you get on the plane, no one will risk offending me to fly it for you."

Zhou Bing had a solemn voice and looked at Zhou Jingwei's back with disapproval: "Look at what you look like now! Have you lost your head because of a woman? Where is Xuancheng now? What is your identity? How do you do it?

Dare to go!"

"Dad," Zhou Jingwei turned to look at him, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as cold as a cold night: "I will protect my woman by myself, and I will fly this helicopter by myself."

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There was a thin layer of water in the cave. Cheng Weiyue scooped out the water. The old lady held the cat behind her and looked at her busy appearance, her eyes moving slightly.

She looked at it for a long time and asked Cheng Weiyue: "How come you, a little girl, come to a place like this with a group of big men?"

"I am studying film and television directing, and I thought I would come here to take some photos and documentaries of cultural relics, which can be regarded as gaining experience for future work." Cheng Weiyue said this and glanced at the palm of her hand.

I had already fallen down on the road, and now I was soaked in sewage, and my whole palm was in burning pain.

The sewage eroded the flesh of the palm of the hand along the broken skin, causing sharp pain.

Cheng Weiyue put her hands on her pants and wiped them slightly, leaving a light red mark.

"Film and television director? After this job, you will enter the entertainment industry, right? That is not a good place." The old lady said this.

In fact, after spending time together, Cheng Weiyue discovered that this old lady was not someone who had never seen the world, and her conversation and behavior were very elegant and decent.

Cheng Weiyue hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mother-in-law, do you... have a story?"

The old lady found a clean place to sit down, and nostalgia and recollection flashed across her old and spotted face.

She said: "Do you know "Blue House Qiongyu"?"

"I know, that TV series is very famous and has won many awards. It is a required TV series for our directing class." Cheng Weiyue talked a little bit more when she talked about her areas of expertise.

She squatted in front of the old woman with bright eyes: "Chu Manxiao, the director of this TV series, is a Beidou-like figure in the director circle. Her photo is still hanging in the library of our school."

The expression on the old lady's face became darker and darker as she listened to Cheng Weiyue's words.

She was silent for a long time and suddenly asked: "What do you think of the writing of "Blue House Qiongyu"?"

"It's very good! It's one of the few scripts I've ever seen that has almost no flaws."

Cheng Weiyue said seriously: "If possible, I hope I can write a script like "Blue House Qiongyu" in the future."

"Girl," the old lady smiled: "What's your name?"

"Cheng Weiyue, the journey's journey, the tiny moon, the bright moon's moon."

The sound of wind and rain outside was like beans being poured out of a bamboo tube, crackling so loudly that Cheng Weiyue thought she had heard it wrong.

Because she heard the old lady say: ""Blue Mansion Qiongyu" was written by me."

"What..."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't believe it: "Isn't this written by Chu Manxiao..."

"Many years ago, Chu Manxiao and I were both students at Peking University. We were in the same dormitory. We always had a good relationship and talked about everything. In the year we graduated, we joined the same company and worked hard for our dreams together. We also agreed

I want to become the top director and meet at the top. I never imagined that she would plagiarize my script."

"When I found out about this, she had already taken my script to the company's senior management and obtained permission to start it."

"She begged me not to tell anyone. She said she would give me all the money she earned, but I didn't care about the money at all. "Blue House Qiongyu" is my hard work, and I want it no matter what.

Put my name on it."

When the old lady said this, her tone became sarcastic: "Her true face was revealed at this time. She was so weak that she used her family's power to completely remove me from the entertainment industry. The power of the Chu family is too great.

, in that place in Jingcheng, it is easy for the powerful to silence an ant."

The old lady's eyes became darker and sadder. She seemed to be struggling of some kind, and the emotions in her eyes changed several times. Then, she suddenly shook her hands, took out a small book from her pocket, and stuffed it in

Cheng Weiyue's hand.

Cheng Weiyue's heart tightened. She didn't know why. Although it was just a one-sided statement from the old lady in front of her, she didn't have any suspicion at all, and she had trust that she couldn't even explain.

"Mother-in-law, what is this book?"

"It's the original manuscript of "Blue House Qiongyu"." The old lady gave a bitter smile and said: "If you don't mind it, just keep it for yourself and read it. I'm old. If I die, I won't be able to hand over this thing."

Give it to others, and if you keep it, it can be regarded as fulfilling my last wish."

This book is obviously old, but it can be seen that the person involved cherished it very much and cherished it very much.

The last page of the book says October 9, 20xx, Zhong Qing.

It turns out that the old lady in front of me is named Zhong Qing.
Chapter completed!