"So young?"

At the entrance of a community in Chaoyang District, Beijing, Wu Subo stood there wearing an ordinary down jacket and cow pants, and when Shao Yingxiong got out of the taxi, his first sentence was a question.

After seeing Shao Yingxiong's shocked expression, Wu Subo smiled as if he was ridiculed and explained: "Ha, don't get me wrong. What I mean is that you can write "Conquer" and "Blade 1937" at such a young age. For example, I am much better in my life in the first thirty years of failure."

Wu Subo in front of Shao Yingxiong was very casual. The open down jacket was a blue plaid shirt. At this time, he was at the lowest point in his life.

Now Shao Yingxiong knows why Fu Biao talks to him about Wu Subo. I'm afraid that it was Fu Biao's instigation to call him. The artists who used to be Wu Subo have now become big stars. In the eyes of these people, there is no one who should be the most famous one, but Wu Subo should be the only one.

"Are you capable? I don't think, but I think that this life is a process of retreating step by step. Every retreat represents a failure. When we get used to failure and retreat to the point where there is no way out, and only the choice between success and death is left, we can only strive to make a desperate effort to succeed." Shao Yingxiong shook hands with Wu Subo and stood at the entrance of the community with few traffic, but at this moment he saw Wu Subo's careless face with deep thought.

A moment later, the man who didn't care about anything came back, and smiled and said empty-handedly: "You should add a sentence later. This is the life motto of a great screenwriter. This is cooler."

puff……

Shao Yingxiong couldn't get serious either, and he was instantly amused by Wu Subo's condition. This is a guy who can't do anything to him.

"Let's go home, Yuanyuan is here later, today..." A sound of firecrackers sounded in the community, and the ground was covered with red. Amid the huge noise, Wu Subo had to raise the volume: "Today, I'm spending the New Year here."

Shao Yingxiong walked into Wu Subo's home with a gift box. He felt a warmth in the not-so-large two-bedroom apartment. This should be a home with women, which is completely different from the single man apartment that Shao Yingxiong knew.

When the two of them were sitting on the sofa, dumplings were already prepared on the coffee table in the living room, and the dumplings were arranged neatly, waiting to be put into the pot.

"Old Wu, I'll go buy some vinegar, there's no vinegar at home."

A woman walked out of the kitchen. Shao Yingxiong was right. She was the hostess of this family, but this woman did not have the appearance of a woman in the entertainment industry who used beauty as a weapon, and was very home-friendly.

"Sister-in-law." Shao Yingxiong greeted him bluntly.

"Xiao Shao, sit down, you chat, I'll make a fish and start eating later."

The busy woman left the home and the whole room suddenly became quiet.

"Hey, I've figured it out. What you said at the entrance of the community is talking about me, right?" Wu Subo, who had just leaned against the sofa, suddenly started to bounce and turned to look at Shao Yingxiong.

Shao Yingxiong didn't understand why this man always gave people a feeling of being very close. If it weren't for his natural laziness, he would have become famous earlier: "Isn't you? Are you talking about myself? Oh yes, I really haven't poured out my clothes, opened a restaurant, and have never poured out foreign exchange and household appliances."

"Hahaha, get out."

Wu Subo smiled very easily, and responded quickly and cursed very slowly: "It must be Fu Biao told you, and he wanted the whole world to come and help me."

Shao Yingxiong didn't answer the conversation and sat down relaxedly.

"I, in fact, I used to be fine. I could earn 10,000 yuan a month in a bar when I was singing, and my life was very comfortable." Wu Subo took a sip. This was his habit: "But for some reason, this circle changed and the karaoke bar started to be difficult to do. I have done everything over the years and didn't feel that it was hard. I always thought I was a not lucky person, but God was so nice to me."

"But it's not possible now. I have a girlfriend, bought a house, and put my mortgage on my body. Every morning I open my eyes and I'm carrying a mountain. Do you know how much money I have only earned this year at the age of the year? Eight thousand yuan, from the beginning of last year to now. It's not scary for a man to miss anything. The most terrible thing is that you will not achieve anything when your wife and children have you."

Turning her head, Wu Subo looked at Shao Yingxiong and said, "I'm very grateful. We don't know each other, but you insisted on letting me go to "Blade 1937". Just like you said, I can't retreat anymore. If it weren't for her, I would rather starve myself to death than ask for a friend who is better than me. Alas, let me be honest, when we came to me next door a few days ago, I went to be her agent and carry my bag at one point..."

"On the door?" Shao Yingxiong interrupted at a critical moment.

"Yes, Liu Pei, our family is opposite. The 8,000 yuan I earned this year was still earned by her husband who asked me to make a few songs."

Shao Yingxiong did not expect that Wu Subo was at the lowest point in his life at this time, and he never thought that such a man would have a group of celebrity friends who would never leave him. This is the charm of a person. With charm, men can always experience the role of charm at the most critical moment.

When, when, when, when.

When the knock on the door sounded, Wu Subo stood up and smiled and said, "This must be because he didn't bring the key."

After opening the door, Wu Subo said to the outside of the door: "Well, I thought it was my wife, why are you?"

"Not welcome? I'll take these two bottles of good wine back for my dad to drink."

Shao Yingxiong then saw a girl walking in at the door. She was very pure, and even her face that looked a little bit fat under her short hair had a naive feeling.

"Oh, let me introduce it. This is the screenwriter Shao of our group. This young and beautiful girl is Gao Yuanyuan." When he said the last half of the sentence, Wu Subo deliberately blocked his mouth with his hands, as if he could block the sound like this.

Gao Yuanyuan was angry and laughed at Wu Subo and responded directly: "I'm saying that I'm destroying you on behalf of the moon."

The three of them laughed. In fact, Shao Yingxiong liked this atmosphere very much, but he hadn't experienced it for a long time.

The hostess of this house came back. She complained in the warm chat atmosphere of the three of them and walked a long way before finding a store that opened. Then, she plunged into the kitchen.

A moment later, a table of warm food was served on the dining table, and four people sat around the dining table. At this moment, Shao Yingxiong felt a little warmth.

Wu Subo picked up the wine glass in the most appropriate way: "Come on, I'll give you a cup of the best screenwriter in the future and the most popular female role in the future. If you become popular, don't remember this meal today. I don't want to delay you as an old friend living in a humble room."

Everyone knows that Wu Subo is telling jokes.

"Then I have to drink this glass of wine. Maybe you will become the future TV emperor, and I will delay you."

When Shao Yingxiong picked up the wine glass and responded with kindness, what he said was true.

"Are you two delaying each other so much, aren't you afraid that your sister-in-law will be jealous?"

Gao Yuanyuan took advantage of the situation and soon got into a ball with two stinky men.

"Vegetarian, right? I just bought it. Yuanyuan, do you want jealous?"

The four people laughed while making jokes, so they couldn't open their eyes.

On this day, they talked about gossip, Gao Yuanyuan and Wu Subo met as the female lead and the music producer in an advertisement, and talked about the upcoming "Blade 1937" script until it was getting late.

On this day, Shao Yingxiong received a call. As he listened to the explanation in the microphone for about three minutes, his face was filled with longing. He only said one sentence: "Mom..."

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Chapter completed!