Early the next morning, Sheng Qiao dragged a huge suitcase to the airport for a flight.
The driver recognized her in the taxi and asked her for an autograph. Sheng Qiao wrote the words Happy New Year. There are still a few days before the New Year’s Eve. Despite the cold, the freezing room still reveals a lively and festive atmosphere.
There are no fans to drop off the private itinerary. Everyone hurried to their warm home. Sheng Qiao rushed all the way, and it was already afternoon when he got home.
She told Sheng's mother in advance that she was coming back, and as soon as she walked in, she smelled the scent of the food. Although Sheng's mother sits in a wheelchair, she has adapted to her for so many years. The facilities at home are tailored to suit her height.
Sheng Qiao leaped over and gave her a big hug, and said with a sweet smile: "Mom, I'm back, do you want me?"
Mother Sheng touched her head, kissed her face again, and pointed to the TV: "I can see you every day."
Under the TV cabinet is an old-fashioned DVD player. There are many places where pirated discs are no longer sold, but Shengmu has been using them all the time. She bought all the discs of her daughter's TV series at the audio-visual store in the town, and played them repeatedly at home every day for an unknown number of times.
Everyone in the town knows that the woman who sells insoles in a wheelchair loves to watch TV series.
The quilt covers in the room have been replaced with new ones, and they are spotlessly clean. Sheng Qiao spread out the suitcase and packed his clothes: "After I came back, I cleaned it myself. You're wrong."
She took out the two down jackets from the suitcase, one in each hand, "Does it look good?"
Mother Sheng knew she bought it for herself at first glance. The daughter is a little old-fashioned in this style.
"I said I won't let you buy it, you girl." He said that, but the joy in his eyes couldn't hide. Sheng Qiao helped her try on the clothes, and they were all suitable. Keeping warm was the most important thing.
Sheng's mother looked left and right in the mirror, and then asked her, "Is it expensive?"
"Not expensive, bought at a discount."
Sheng Mu was relieved now.
Early the next morning, Sheng Qiao went out to buy groceries like a penguin. Everyone is dressed up in a hat and a mask, which is not surprising to her. There are many dishes to stock up for the New Year. She also chopped up dumpling stuffing and bought three catties of dumpling wrappers. After breakfast, she would sit in the living room while making dumplings while watching a show.
It turned out to be Horch's play on TV.
It was a period drama filmed in the previous two years. When it was first broadcast, the fans had a triple-broadcast on the computer, mobile phone and iPad for the audience rating. She watched it over and over many times.
Horch's acting skills are not perfect, but he is improving every year, and he is already considered good acting in a crowd of traffic.
Even if she has read it a hundred or eighty times, she can remember the next line, and it will not delay her relish at the moment.
Then Sheng's mother saw her daughter wrapped dumplings and muttered, "Which kind of hero are you? Are you a stealer?"
The line was received faster than the protagonist: "I am not embarrassed by you, but I am thinking about the love of the former teacher, but you only think that I dare not hold the sword?"
Even the tone has to be learned: "Hahaha, happy! Say goodbye today and cherish each one! The green hills will not change, the green water will flow!"
Sheng Mu: "..."
Don't be silly in filming
After wrapping it up, put it in the refrigerator, and Sheng Qiao pointed to Young Master Pian Pian on the screen: "Mom, can he do it?"
Sheng's mother said: "Good-looking. All celebrities are good-looking."
"He is different, he is the best looking!"
Sheng's mother took a closer look for a while, "Well, it's better than the others next to her." She raised her head and glanced at her daughter's idiot's eyes, "Do you like him?"
"Well! The other person is very good, the character is good, the three views are good, and everything is good."
Sheng's mother gave her a white look: "How long is this, I changed it again."
Sheng Qiao: "???"
What do you mean
Sheng's mother is still making dumplings at ease: "I think the previous one is better, this one looks too young. He is about the same age as you?"
"He is three years older than me, he is twenty-eight."
"Oh, that's good looking, looking young."
Sheng Qiao leaned over, picked up a dumpling wrapper, and asked deliberately: "The previous one, how did I tell you?"
Mother Sheng smiled and patted her: "You, it's a little girl's xinxing. I saw one and forgot one. The last time you said that they are the moon, no one can match it."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
moon? ? ? Meng Xingchen? ? ? ! ! !
Damn it.
Sheng Qiao was absent-mindedly eating the lunch at noon. After eating, I quickly took out my phone and carefully checked the call records, WeChat records, and Weibo records.
No, nothing.
Her connection with Meng Xingchen was only limited to the moon in the address book, not even WeChat.
I flipped through the DVD cabinet, except for Sheng Qiao himself, everything else in it was Meng Xingchen's play. From when he first debuted, to when he took the Bailan actor, and then to nominate the Golden Horse, every one of them did not fall.
Sheng Qiao sat on the floor and hugged his head.
moon.
He is her moon.
In my world, the sun cannot shine, it is cold and dark, and only the moon gives the only light.
On New Year's Eve, every family welcomes the new year with firecrackers. In remote towns, there is no control of fireworks and firecrackers, and they exploded around twelve o'clock, making Sheng Qiao unable to hear even the most anticipated sketches.
Finally, she simply pushed Sheng's mother out to watch the fireworks.
Children scurrying on the street and the houses are brightly lit. Sheng Qiao was infected by the atmosphere and ran to buy a few boxes of fireworks and set them at the door. The second hand gradually pointed to twelve, and she took out her phone and opened Horch's WeChat to write a happy new year. At the moment when the New Year's bell rang, those four words flew to the person she loved with all her sincerity and love.
This is the first year she has left her parents and brother.
It was also the first year she spent with her new mother.
This year, her world has undergone subversive changes, and she can only move forward.
…
After returning to the room, Sheng Qiao sent a big red envelope in the management group. Everyone was still awake. The red envelopes were robbed and distributed. She didn't go to bed until midnight. The next day she slept in bed and didn't want to get up. Sheng's mother did not come. call her.
After a while, the shutter door was banged, and someone called her: "Little Joe! Little Joe! Something happened to your mother!"
When Sheng Qiao turned his head over, before he could wear his shoes, he put on a coat and rushed out.
Sheng's mother fell while taking out the garbage. It has been snowing for the past few days and the ground is slippery. She couldn't use her wheelchair in her wheelchair. The wheels slipped for some reason. She lost control all the way and hit the railing and turned over.
Sheng's mother had been taken to the town hospital by neighbors, and Sheng Qiao hurried over to get dressed.
When the time came, the doctor was treating Sheng's mother. The problem was not serious. She dressed thickly in winter, just a few small abrasions, but the place where the leg was broken would hurt in winter, and the bump hurts even more.
Seeing that Sheng's mother is inconvenient to do anything while sitting in a wheelchair, Sheng Qiao really feels distressed and blames herself. At any rate, Qiao's father and Qiao Yu are taking care of her. There is also a nanny at home, but Sheng's mother is only one person.
How did she get used to it for so many years.
During the treatment, Sheng Qiao remained silent. When the doctor left, she followed and asked: "Can my mother's leg be equipped with a prosthesis?"
"sure."
"how much is it?"
"That's not true, there are cheap and expensive, tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, depending on your own needs. And we are not worthy here, you have to go to the city hospital."
Tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands...
Sheng Qiao thought about the balance in his card, and for the first time felt how it felt to be short of money.
She couldn't even equip her mother with a cheap prosthesis. He only collected some money for Qiao Yu's litigation fees, but it was not cheap for her. All kinds of expenses in the capital were high, and after the end of the year, she had to rent the house again.
She wants to take care of her mother in the capital, at least to rent a house with ample space for easy access to the property. She often goes out for filming and filming shows. She has to find a babysitter before she can rest assured. She wants to settle down and buy a house. She is in urgent need of a transportation car.
Which is not a sky-high price for her now.
Why is she so poor!
After a while, Sheng's mother came out with her own wheelchair. She was dumbfounded with red eyes in the corridor, and whispered to her: "Jojo, we are going home."
Sheng Qiao put away the negative emotions.
She pushed Sheng's mother home. There was a little snow in the sky, and the town hospital was not far from home. She walked slowly in the snow, her wheelchair pushed through the fine snow on the ground, leaving long traces.
Sheng's mother wanted to make her happy, and she was deliberately talking along the way, but Sheng Qiao was still silent, and when she got home, she found out the few contracts that were under the box.
One by one, look again.
Finally, his eyes fell on the Zhongxia contract.
The words of the exquisite man wearing Gucci high-definition perfume and perfume still rang in her ears: "The starting point determines the height. Since you want to start again, why not choose the best platform."
They can give her the best resources, the highest conditions, and the most money.
It is pressure, but also an opportunity.
She couldn't change back to her original self.
Now that you have decided to continue in this circle, don't think about ease and stability. No popular artist has come here steadily. Behind their dazzling beauty is unknown bitterness and dedication.
She wants to be strong.
She must be strong.
Only in this way, when the people she cares about need help, she won't be helpless.
…
Sheng Qiao tore up the contract documents of other companies, leaving only Zhongxia's. But she did not take the initiative to call Zhongxia.
The new year continues.
On the sixth day of the sixth day, one day before the end of the Spring Festival statutory holiday, Sheng Qiao began to receive calls from various agents, and she uniformly responded to them on the eighth day of the year.
On the afternoon of the seventh day of the day, I waited for a call from Zhongxia.
The man named Bei Mingfan smiled and wished her a happy new year before asking, "I wonder how Ms. Sheng is thinking about it?"
Sheng Qiao was not surprised: "You tell me, your company is indeed within my intention."
Bei Mingfan didn't interrupt, knowing that she had something to say next.
"But the cooperation is between two sides. Some of China's past styles are not very suitable for me, which makes me hesitate."
"I wonder what style Ms. Sheng is talking about?"
"Mr. Pei, I won’t go around with you anymore. The conditions you gave are indeed the most in line with my heart. Thank you very much for your trust and support for me, but I also have a few conditions. If Mr. Pei can agree to it, I can always do it. Sign with you."
"What do you think."
"I am not an actor from a major class, and my acting skills still need to be honed. I hope the company can find a senior teacher who has passed acting skills to guide me."
"I can promise you this."
"Although I have a junior high school degree, I have been studying privately over the years, but I don't know much about the improvement of domestic academic qualifications. I hope the company can help me arrange the corresponding exams."
"Ms. Sheng has a studious heart. This is natural."
"After signing the contract, I hope that the company will not use CP to increase its popularity. Mr. Pei should know the methods Xingyao used on me in the past few years. I am really a little scared of these."
"We are different from Xingyao, we don't need to rely on others to increase our popularity, you can rest assured."
"The last point, I don't want the company to set up a person for me. I am just what I am."
Bei Mingfan laughed: "Ms. Sheng is already very pleasing in her own right, and we won't do it too much."
It is not lovable, nor will it turn over through a live variety show Jedi, from the black ridicule of the entire network to the adjustment of the perception of passers-by, the fans are united. She did not rely on any company, a man to turn the tide.
This is also the reason why he likes Sheng Qiao.
Bei Mingfan was surprisingly easy to talk, which surprised Sheng Qiao. However, his request was reasonable, and he would agree to it, not unexpected.
"I will add these conditions mentioned by Miss Sheng to the contract. I don't know when Miss Sheng will come back?"
"My plane tonight."
"Then tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I will send a car to pick you up, see you in our company."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Qiao began to collect his luggage. Sheng's mother did not say anything but cooked a table of good dishes. After dinner, Sheng Qiao is about to leave for the airport.
She didn't ask for those things that Sheng mother prepared.
She knelt in front of the wheelchair, hugging Sheng's mother, and said softly: "Mom, wait for me for a while, and I will pick you up to Beijing soon."
This sentence, Sheng Mu has been waiting for six years.