Ding Yi smiled: "Don't be embarrassed, you and Zhao Ting are indeed a good match. Congratulations."
Fu Hua patted Ding Yi on the shoulder, smiled, and said nothing.
When he started playing golf, Zhao Ting's skill was revealed, and he easily put into the hole on the green and caught a birdie. Seeing this situation, Jia Hao smiled and said to Fu Hua: "Zhao Ting plays golf so well, right?"
Fu Hua smiled: "Brother's vision is really sharp. She is the daughter of Zhao Kai of Tonghui Group. I learned golf from her."
Jia Hao blinked his eyes and said with an ambiguous smile: "If you want to meet, sleep with the master, your golf is not good enough, but you have to work harder."
Fu Hua said: "Brother is joking, this girl is very nice to me."
Jia Hao said: "Little brother, falling in love is very simple, but rich people are not so easy to enter."
Fu Hua smiled. He knew that Jia Hao didn't know the ins and outs of the relationship between himself and Zhao Ting, and he didn't explain it. He just said, "I don't want to force anything. Let everything be natural."
Jia Hao smiled: "It's best for you to have this kind of mentality. Hey, what is your plan for my script?"
Fu Hua glanced at Jia Hao: "Brother, you have a big ticket to play."
Jia Hao said: "I personally like this thing better. This is my wish. You don't know, my mother is a Peking opera actor. I originally wanted to learn Peking opera, but my father said that Peking opera has no future, so he forced me to learn. It is economical. I played this ticket, and it also fulfilled my childhood dream of Peking opera."
Fu Hua smiled and said: "Tickets can be played either big or small. Here I am going to say something that is unacceptable. Brother, don't you have any opinions."
Jia Hao said: "Although we have not known each other for a long time, I think you are more pertinent in seeing things. Let's just say, I won't have any opinion on you."
Fu Hua said: "We are all members of the officialdom. We should understand that the higher the level, the more low-key. Brother, your current position can be said to be attracting attention, and the scenery is also very jealous. I think this vote is the best. If you don’t play, you really want to play, so you can play in a small area."
Jia Hao was stunned for a moment: "Little brother, I know that you say this for my own good, and I thank you. However, I have another opinion on this matter. What I did is actually a kind of promotion of national art. It is good for the development of Peking Opera. I don’t think anyone will oppose it, so you are too worried. On the contrary, I think that we must do our best to do our best. This is a matter of righteousness and courage. Why hide in hiding What?"
Fu Hua glanced at Jia Hao. This senior was too self-righteous. He thought that his smart ideas could not fool the discerning person. At present, the Peking Opera market is shrinking. It is that some famous troupes are still struggling to survive. How can the script written by a little-known man, Jia Hao, be the best and the best? There is only one possibility, that is, someone else pays for it. He could understand such a simple truth, why didn't Jia Hao understand it
Jia Hao should be able to have today's status, it should be experienced, why is so high-profile, isn't this erecting himself as a target for others? Is it really a fan of the authorities and a clear bystander
However, Fu Hua also understood that he couldn't continue to stop it. If he stopped again, Jia Hao would become bored with him, so he smiled and said, "It seems that the brother already has a full understanding."
Jia Hao smiled and said, "I really want to do this."
Fu Hua said, "What do you think about the script?"
Jia Hao said: "Originally, my script wanted to discover the art of Zhugong Tune. When you said it, I also felt that the subject matter was not very safe. According to your statement, I also thought about some red classics, but the red classics were There have been a lot of adaptations, and it is difficult to find a theme suitable for Peking opera without being adapted."
Fu Hua smiled: "Brother, have you heard Pingju "The Sound of Autumn"?"
Jia Hao said, "I haven't heard of it, what kind of story is it?"
Fu Hua gave a summary of the story of "Autumn Sound", which is a story describing the establishment of a united front between the revolutionary base area and the Kuomintang during the Anti-Japanese War. Created at the beginning of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, it is a not-so-famous red classic. When Fu Hua worked as a secretary for Qu Wei, he once went to the Pingju Troupe to check work with Qu Wei. When the Pingju Troupe performed a report, the performance was "Autumn Sound". Therefore, I am familiar with this story, and I never seem to have seen "Autumn Sound" be adapted into Peking Opera.
After hearing it, Jia Hao thought for a while, and said: "This theme is okay. It belongs to the red classic, and it has been adapted into Pingju. It is more mature. I will look back and have a look."
With a certain direction, the two stopped talking about the script and started to concentrate on playing.
Zhao Ting passed by Fu Hua and said with a smile: "What are you two muttering?"
Fu Hua smiled and said, "It's nothing, just gossip."
Zhao Ting said: "I think your brother was winking at me with you just now, is it saying bad things about me?"
Fu Hua smiled: "My brother praised me for my vision and found such a good girlfriend. Why did he make a mistake?"
Zhao Ting smiled happily: "Of course I was right. Okay, concentrate on playing, you are already behind me a lot."
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Yes, Teacher Zhao."
Zhao Ting smiled: "Hey, good apprentice."
After playing, the group ate dinner at the club. Jia Hao didn't mention the script again, and Fu Hua knew that he was about to choose "Autumn Sound" as his adaptation.
After returning from golf, Fu Hua began to wait for news of Chu Qian. But since the meeting that day, six days have passed, and Chuqian has no news at all.
Waiting is a painful thing. Fu Hua's heart was calm from the beginning, and then gradually became anxious. He began to feel that the possibility that Chuqian could help save himself was getting lower and lower.
During this period, Qu Wei called and asked about the progress of the matter. Fu Huaqiang calmed down and said that the matter was still being communicated. Qu Wei said that he had told Sun Yong about this matter, and Sun Yong's opinion also told Fu Hua not to rush to ask for punishment. The current priority is to get the money back.
Fu Huaxin said, I really don’t want to be in a hurry, but every road is blocked. I have no way to solve the problem. Now all my hopes are pinned on the woman Chuqian. If she doesn’t do it anymore, I have nothing to do. Up. In this situation, even Daluo Shenxian could not help but be anxious.
On the morning of the seventh day, Fu Hua knew that this was the last day he decided to stay. He was fidgeting in the office. People may be like this, the most uncomfortable thing is this state, there seems to be hope, but the result is not yet clear, this time is the most uncertain.
After finally getting through for an hour, Chu Qian still had no news. Fu Hua really couldn't stay in the office anymore, and didn't say anything to other people. She went out by herself and drove around the street.
Turning around, turning to the gate of the Lama Temple, Fu Hua remembered what Gatul Lobsang had said to him that day, and felt that the lama seemed to have some magical powers. Maybe he could instruct him something and seek medical treatment in a hurry. He stopped the car and entered the Lama Temple. In Ajia Focang, Fu Hua found Gatul Lausanne.
Fu Hua smiled and asked, "Master, do you remember me?"
Gato Lobsang smiled kindly: "Remember, you were with Zheng Lao that day."
Fu Hua said, "Do you remember what you said to me that day? It's about that female ghost."
Gato Lausanne nodded and said, "Remember, it seems you have been confirmed."
Fu Hua was stunned for a moment and looked at Gatto Lausanne: "I don't know how you know that I have been confirmed."
Gatuluosang smiled and said: "If you don't get the confirmation, you will definitely scold me, the old lama, for nonsense, and you won't go to the Lama Temple to look for me again."
Fu Hua also laughed. This lama is really mature, and said: "You are right. I already know which female friend passed away. I really didn't expect her to end up like this."
Fu Hua told the story of Sun Ying. After listening to this, Gatolosang put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted a few sutras. After reciting, he opened his eyes and said: "I have read the Amitabha Sutra for this female donor, hope The Buddha blessed her to die."
Fu Hua sighed and said, "It's really impermanent. It's only a few days now. She's okay. Drinking coffee with me at Starbucks."
Gato Lausanne smiled and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are different stages of life. The deceased has passed away, so please put her down."
Fu Hua smiled bitterly: "Does this mean that you can let it go."
Gato Lausanne glanced at Fu Hua and said, "Looking at your uneasy state, I'm afraid you have something in your heart that you can't let go of?"
Fu Hua smiled: "You can see through it again. I am now in a great predicament and I really don't know what to do. Can you give me some tips."
Gatuluosang smiled: "Hehe, let me tell you a story. It is said that a long time ago, there was an old monk named Danxia Tianran. He stayed at Huilin Temple. The weather was really cold. Danxia Tianran couldn't stand it. The wood-carved Buddha statues enshrined in the temple were burned to keep warm. The host in the temple quit, and asked Danxia Tianran, what are you doing? Danxia Tianran said, I want to burn it to see if the relics can be burned. The host said what about the wooden Buddha. Can the relic be burned? Danxia naturally smiled and said that since it can't be burned, let's burn the other two as well. This is a Buddhist case of Danxia burning Buddha. Do you understand the truth? "
Gato Lobsang watched Fu Hua not speak, smiled, and then said: "In fact, only you can solve your problem. The Buddha is in your heart, not in the wood-carved clay sculptures, so you don't need to ask outside."
Fu Hua thought for a while, smiled bitterly and said, "The disciple is dull, so please ask the master to make it clear."
Gatuluosang said: "In fact, Danxia dared to burn the Buddha because the wooden Buddha is not a real Buddha and cannot burn the relics. Solving your question to me is like burning the wooden Buddha and asking for the relics. Solution, where did you get the solution?"
Fu Huaxin said that this old lama was long-winded. If you don't know, just say you don't know. If you have to go around and talk about Danxia burning Buddha's public case, you don't feel the trouble.
Fu Hua smiled bitterly and said, "I know that my problem should be solved by myself, but right now I have nothing to do."