DCFRP Chapter 93

TL: Hua

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Qi Xiaoyu had the idea of making a movie about the Red Moon Troupe, so he started to prepare.

But making a movie is not that simple, especially since he doesn’t even have a script now, but only has some trivial and scattered stories in his mind.

He couldn’t tell all these stories to others at once; he could only think of them slowly, write them down, and then string them together into a complete story.

In order to concentrate on making this movie well, in addition to filming the third season of “Eat Light on the Road” with old friends at the end of the year and some publicity and interviews for the movie, he no longer accepted new works and scripts.

He is not short of money now, not to mention that his own career is going smoothly. The property Xun Qian gave him alone was innumerable, enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

These properties were what Xun Qian gave him when they divorced.

Qi Xiaoyu had put them aside and never touched them. Now he has his own company, career, and money. Moreover, the shares and assets Xun Qian gave him were too many, and he couldn’t manage them all, so he wanted to return them all back to Xun Qian.

But Xun Qian sat straight in front of him and said seriously, “When two people get married, they are running a family business. Only when they run it together can it be prosperous and long-lasting.”

He also said that not only should his property be shared with Qi Xiaoyu, but Qi Xiaoyu’s property should also be shared with him.

When Xun Qian said this, he took out the financial statements of Star Entertainment from Qi Xiaoyu’s hand and said, “For example, this entertainment company can no longer be just yours, but the two of us.”

Qi Xiaoyu was worrying about this report. His biggest headache was dealing with the company’s finances. He had to spend a long time going through each quarterly report. Xun Qian taking this matter from his hand was simply a relief for him.

Xun Qian gently pinched his ear. “What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with it?”

Qi Xiaoyu laughed. Compared with what Xun Qian gave him, Star Entertainment was just a drop in the ocean. What was there for him to be reluctant about? If there was any loss, it would be Xun Qian who would suffer.

He raised his head and tapped Xun Qian’s lips, “Aren’t you busy? And you still want to help me look at this thing?”

“What’s so busy about these things?”

Xun Qian was not joking. He really took over all the accounts of Star Entertainment and handled them personally. It was done in 10 minutes. “Baby’s time is so precious; how can you use it to deal with these mundane things?”

Qi Xiaoyu deeply felt what it meant to be skillful in one’s profession.

They have now put the matter of remarriage on the agenda, and he can calmly accept sharing everything with Xun Qian.

He doesn’t worry about money and doesn’t even accept endorsements.

Once, a business with a good reputation in Beijing wanted to invite him to endorse a certain wine product, offering a sky-high endorsement fee of 80 million yuan and inviting him to take three days to shoot the commercial.

At the time, Qi Xiaoyu was concentrating on writing stories at home, training his vocal, doing horsestand, and regaining his basic skills, so he declined the offer.

The business owner got Qi Xiaoyu’s private number from somewhere and called him. The call was so loud that people ten meters away from the receiver could hear it.

“Our company is spread all over the country. Which airport screen doesn’t have our brand commercial? The 10-second countdown on the national TV station is sponsored by us.

I’m kind enough to invite you, but you, a mere actor, dare to refuse? Don’t you have any shame…”

Qi Xiaoyu immediately hung up the phone, blocked the person, turned around, and looked at Xun Qian, who was standing aside with a dark face, trying to comfort him, “If dogs bark at us, we won’t bark back.”

Xun Qian pointed at White-browed Hero, with a gentle tone and cold eyes, “Baby, you’re insulting the dog.”

Then the next day, all the posters for a certain wine product on the big screen at the airport were removed and replaced with promotional posters for “Four Dimensional Space.”

At that time, “Four Dimensional Space” was in the post-production stage. There was no decent behind-the-scenes footage, and it had not passed the review of the Broadcasting Authority. In short, it was not even at the stage of publicity.

But the promotional photos were put up just like that—rough and unretouched.

There wasn’t even the release date or the complete cast list, only a silhouette of Qi Xiaoyu, wearing a helmet, leather jacket, and Martin boots, with the title “Four Dimensional Space” written by director Wang Mingge, screenwriter Chu He, and starring Qi Xiaoyu.

Qi Xiaoyu actually looks a bit young, but this silhouette is full of the fearless determination of a young man.

Truly wealthy and willful, enviable among peers.

Besides, although this poster is rough, the quality is not bad. The background is a deep and shallow black starry sky, and Qi Xiaoyu in it is like a lonely space traveler, which piques the public’s curiosity. Before the movie was released, it quickly became a sensation.

In addition, the 10-second commercial on the national channel, which that business owner was most proud of, was replaced with a Peking opera promotional video within just a few days.

Peking opera is a national quintessence, far more noble than wine, and is welcomed by the top brass.

Xun Qian bought a time slot that was comparable to every inch of gold, and instead of broadcasting commercials, he broadcasted Peking Opera and was praised by the Broadcasting Authority, “This is a really good example of spending money for charity without seeking returns. If anyone wants to broadcast commercials on the national channel, they should take this as an example.”

The business owner was furious but dared not complain. He was busy worrying about his sales in the new quarter that might encounter a Waterloo.

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Autumn slowly passed by during these trivial matters.

The place where Qi Xiaoyu and Xun Qian chatted daily also changed from the lawn to the living room.

The content of their chats was mainly about the stories in Qi Xiaoyu’s heart.

Although it was difficult to tell all his experiences in the past 20 years in one breath, he would tell Xun Qian whatever small fragments he thought of, sharing and deepening his memory.

Xun Qian sat back on the sofa and let Qi Xiaoyu lie on his stomach. He listened to Qi Xiaoyu’s story and stroked Qi Xiaoyu’s hair from time to time. “So the master died to protect the troupe?”

Qi Xiaoyu lowered his eyes and sniffed, taking in the sweet osmanthus fragrance.

He brewed two large jars of sweet osmanthus wine this autumn.

The sweet osmanthus was planted far away, in the innermost part of the courtyard. Whenever Qi Xiaoyu went to pick the osmanthus flower, he would come back covered in dew.

As a result, Xun Qian brought over a dozen or so plates of osmanthus flowers that were half a person tall in front of the steps to cultivate. The fragrance was so rich that they could smell it even in the bedroom on the third floor. Picking flowers also became more convenient.

Qi Xiaoyu said in a low voice, “Yes, the master was beaten to death, and the Red Moon Troupe could not be saved. The war was too cruel.”

Xun Qian hugged Qi Xiaoyu’s shoulders, thinking that he was too immersed in the script these days. He lowered his head and kissed Qi Xiaoyu’s eyebrows, comforting him, “I will be by your side in the future; don’t be afraid.”

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When winter came, the “Eat Light on the Road” program team sent an invitation.

Qi Xiaoyu temporarily put down the story in his hand and followed the program team to the north to shoot the third season of “Eat Light on the Road”.

The northern part of the country is blanketed in heavy snow, stretching for thousands of miles.

This time they were going to run a hot spring restaurant with a ski resort and a horse farm.

Before they set off, a commotion occurred in the WeChat group.

The three girls discussed what clothes to bring for such heavy snow.

Zheng Peizu and Jiang Sicheng discussed horse riding and skiing.

In between were Jiang Sicheng’s corny displays of affection, such as, “Baby, wear more clothes. We don’t need to look good; we need to be warm. I’ve brought you a windbreaker and a down jacket.”

Another example is, “Baby, do you want to ride a horse? I’ll teach you. Your husband is a great horse rider.”

It made the other people in the group so sick that they had goosebumps all over.

When Qi Xiaoyu appeared, everyone almost couldn’t wait to shift the topic to him.

Lu Tongtong, “Xiaoyu, you’re finally here. Bring your Third Master Xun with you; show your affection to the shameless Jiang Sicheng.”

Gu Meiling, “Yes, let Third Master Xun take an autographed photo. Do you know how popular your couple is now? Even my niece, who is in the third grade of elementary school, goes to your super topic to sign in every day.”

Xue Qingchu, “If Xiaoyu brings Third Master Xun, the program team will be very happy.”

Lu Tongtong, “Let the program team pay extra, and you get double the remuneration.”

Gu Meiling, “Double the remuneration may not be enough. The program team has saved the hot search fee. As long as you two are together, the show will organically go on hot search for three days and nights.”

Lu Tongtong, “I have thought of the hot search tags. Shallow (Qian) Water Splashing Fish (Yu) couple, riding horses and skiing together, soaking in hot springs, and cooking.”

Qi Xiaoyu smiled and replied to their jokes one by one. However, when he recalled horse riding, he was slightly startled.

After the previous accident, he has not filmed a horse riding scene. After falling once, he will have a little psychological shadow.

This is a normal psychological reaction. Otherwise, how can there be idioms such as “to see a bow reflected in a cup as a snake[mfn]Be jittery with imaginary fear.[/mfn]” and “wind sighing and crane calling[mfn]To panic and feel apprehensive for even the slightest sound.[/mfn]”?

But it shouldn’t be a big problem. Qi Xiaoyu comforted himself like this, not taking it seriously, and continued to chat with friends in the group, preparing for the trip to the north together.

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The night before the departure was naturally a sleepless night.

The winter in S City is damp and cold, with continuous rain, which makes the bedroom warm and passionate like spring.

White-browed Hero was locked downstairs early in the morning. The person who did this was determined not to allow him to come up and make trouble.

Xun Qian hugged Qi Xiaoyu and did it once in front of the window, once on the desk, and once in the bathtub.

Qi Xiaoyu has been practicing basic skills diligently recently, and his body has become more flexible, giving Xun Qian unlimited room to play.

The two changed positions, with endless passion for each other’s bodies, leaving a string of marks belonging to each other on the skin.

The room was filled with sounds that caused people to blush.

It was not until dawn crept up that Xun Qian hugged Qi Xiaoyu and slept on the bed for a while.

Rubbing ears and temples, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold[mfn]春宵 (Spring Night), a poem by Su Shi[/mfn].

The next day, Xun Qian personally drove Qi Xiaoyu to the airport.

Qi Xiaoyu was left with weak legs, feeling dizzy and yawning. He was almost half-carried by Xun Qian and stuffed into the co-pilot seat.

Xun Qian helped him close the door, buckle the seat belt, and kissed him on the corner of his lips, “You sleep for a while; I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

Butler Cheng and Zhang Han, who had arrived early to give a work report, were standing on the villa steps. Together, they watched a supercar drive away.

On his way here, Zhang Han was still a bit apprehensive. At the end of each year, it was the time for all the companies under the Xun Group to make annual summary reports. But at the same time, Xun Qian was in the worst mood at the end of each year, which Zhang Han was naturally aware of, so in previous years, he was careful like treading on thin ice, for fear of making mistakes.

Unfortunately for Zhang Han, Xun Qian had a keen eye for financial statements and wouldn’t miss a single mistake. Under such psychological burden, he always felt that his hairline would retreat one centimeter each year.

But this year, the boss seemed to be in a much better mood. He estimated that even if there were mistakes, he would not be as harsh as in previous years. This gave him a sense of relief.

Xun Qian sent Qi Xiaoyu to the airport. The car stopped at the gate of the departure floor. Qi Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes and almost woke up.

They exchanged a light farewell kiss.

Before getting out of the car, Qi Xiaoyu added another kiss on the corner of his lips, “Before the New Year, I will come back and accompany you to visit the graves. Wait for me.”

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