The sick and the sick are reborn

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Knowing that Yuan An had failed to talk with Ji Feng and Wu Yingfeng in the coffee shop last time, Director Xu called him.

Director Xu originally wanted to help Yuan An, but he didn't expect that Star Media came with other ideas, so he also regretted it.

"I'm not very familiar with Star Media, I should have introduced you to a few acquaintances earlier."

Hearing Director Xu's tone of regret, Yuan An hurriedly said: "How can I blame you? After all, you also want to help me."

Director Xu sighed, and said, "Then I will give your contact information to a few producers I know. They are all preparing new projects recently. Can you talk to them about the script?"

Yuan An was silent for a moment, looking at the book in his hand.

He pursed his lips before saying, "I want to be a director myself." Even a producer.

Although he had an unpleasant fight with Ji Feng and Wu Yingfeng before, from them, Yuan An also saw the various restrictions that the screenwriting industry will face today.

Under these various constraints, he knew that new screenwriters were doomed not to be able to write the stories he wanted to write.

How many directors are there who can intentionally support and guide newcomers like Director Xu?

So he needs to go to a position with more right to speak, at least in a crew, to be able to have a certain right to decide the general direction of the story.

After that day, he bought a lot of books on this subject to read, and he also consulted a classmate who studied editing and directing in the university, and under the guidance of the other party, he bought some textbooks needed for the editing and directing major of H University.

Now he has a lot of time, and usually studies at home.

Director Xu was also silent for a long time after listening to Yuan An's words, and then he let out a long sigh and said, "It's a bit difficult for you to learn how to direct from scratch now."

"Take your time." Yuan An smiled.

Hearing that he had made up his mind, Director Xu didn't say anything else, he just said: ""Cold Sword" will be finished with a few more scenes, if you are free, come to the film and television base, and I will teach you a little bit."

Yuan An didn't expect Director Xu to be so enthusiastic, so he didn't refuse, "Then I'll come tomorrow."

Director Xu welcomed it naturally, and recommended a few more books to Yuan An before hanging up the phone.

After half a month, Yuan An would go to the crew of "Cold Knife" to study with Director Xu.Most of the time, Director Xu would not explain it to him, but just let him watch it by himself.Director Xu will explain one or two to him during the break time after one shot is finished.

Half a month of study time passed by in a flash, and with the end of the last scene of the "Cold Knife" crew, summer also came to an end.

In September, autumn is here.

It’s just that it’s an “autumn tiger” after all, the days of early September are not much cooler than August.

On the night Yuan An came back from the crew's wrap-up banquet, because he kicked the quilt for the cold at night, the next morning, his whole body had a fever of 38 degrees.

It was almost noon when he woke up.

He was lying on the bed with a drip on his left hand.

Yuan An's throat was a little dry and itchy, he coughed, rolled his eyes, and found that Qin Sixing didn't go to work today, and was sitting by the bed, frowning at a sky blue invitation card.

Seeing that Yuan An had woken up, Qin Siming casually put the invitation on the bedside table and took a glass of warm water.

"Come on, drink some water first." He gently supported Yuan An, and fed him some water.

Only then did Yuan An's dry itchy throat feel better, and his dry lips moistened a little.

Qin Siming put down the water glass, and reached out to check the temperature of Tan Yuan'an's forehead, "It seems to be a little hot."

Looking at Yuan An's moist eyes due to illness, Qin Sixing sighed, and moved his hand to touch his face.

"He's such a big man, he can't sleep honestly."

Yuan An wrinkled his nose, and said pitifully, "Can you forget about my embarrassment?"

Qin Siming knew that he was concerned about his personal image again, so he laughed in a low voice, and said, "Okay, I'll forget about it."

But Yuan An, who is so cute now, will definitely be remembered for a lifetime.

This was already the last bottle of drip, and after the last dose of medicine was infused, the family doctor came over and pulled Yuan An's needle.

Qin Sixing held his hand lightly, and pressed the needle hole for him with a cotton ball.

From the corner of the eye, Yuan An glanced at the sky-blue invitation card on the bedside table, and Yuan An asked softly, "What were you looking at just now? Why did you look unhappy?"

Qin Siming paused, then took the invitation, opened it and handed it to Yuan An.

After seeing the words on it, Yuan An subconsciously frowned.

This invitation was sent by the Lu family, and the content was to invite Qin Siming to attend the birthday party of the twin sons of the Lu family.

The invitation also specifically marked the names of the twins, Lu Suichu and Yuan An.There is also a bracket behind Yuan An's name, which says "Follow mother's surname Yuan".

The banquet time was a week before Yuan An's real birthday.

——In order to avoid the date of Yuan Chulan's death, in the past few years, Lu Suichu's birthday would be moved one week earlier like this.

Although they were born on the same day, Yuan An naturally had no part in celebrating their birthday.Even when he was an adult, the invitations sent out by the Lu family only had Lu Suichu's name on them, not his.

Looking at his own name on the invitation, Yuan An felt a little puzzled, "Is my name only on this invitation, or both?"

"I asked Jiang Yuhan to check, and there are all of them."

That's really strange, how could the Lu family hold Lu Suichu's birthday party this time, and bring him for the first time?

But something even stranger is yet to come.

When Yuan An went downstairs to drink porridge, Song Chucheng suddenly came back from the door and said, "Several couriers have come and brought many gifts for Yuan An."

Those gifts were piled up outside the gate of Siyuan Residence at the moment, and the courier stood aside, waiting for Yuan An to sign for receipt.

Yuan An went out to have a look and found that there were exactly 23 gifts, and the sender was Lu Shengheng.

It seems that he sent his birthday presents from the past 22 years, including this year.

Not only these gifts, there is even a Maserati sports car outside, with a big sky blue bow tied on the body.

The staff who gave Maserati handed over a card, saying it was left by the giver.

There is a long sentence written on it: An An, this is a belated adult gift prepared by Dad for you, I hope you accept it, and take care of yourself.

Signed by Lu Chengfeng.

Looking at the word "An'an", Yuan An felt goose bumps all over his body.

Lu Chengfeng never called him that, which made him very uncomfortable.

He crumpled the card and threw it in the trash can, and said to the staff, "Can I return it?"

The staff looked embarrassed, "Sorry, this is not refundable."

Yuan An's lips were tightly pressed into a line. He didn't want to embarrass the staff, so he looked at Qin Siming for help.

Qin Siming stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "We'll pay another delivery fee, and you can deliver it to the buyer."

Yuan An came to his senses, found a pen and paper to write down the location of Lu's Building, and handed it to the staff.

Lu Shengheng's 23 gifts were also rejected by him, and after paying the courier fee, he asked the courier to send them back to Lu's home the same way.

After Siyuan Juwai was emptied, Yuan An panicked when he thought of the abnormality of the father and son.

Lu Shengheng gave him a compensatory birthday gift, maybe because he had stomach cancer before and felt sorry for him.

What about Lu Chengfeng?Did he know he was sick too?

Yuan An hesitated for a long time, and finally called Lu Shengheng on Qin Siming's cell phone.

The author says:

Thank you very much babies, Bobobo, I will continue to work hard!