At the end of the banquet, everyone dispersed and returned home enjoying themselves.
Everyone was drunk and staggering. After all, the crew of "Journey to the West" has not had a more sumptuous dinner than tonight since they started working. For the dialect who spends his own money to hold a feast, it is natural. He kept toasting, as if he wanted to get him drunk before he would stop.
In fact, they did it.
Fang Yan was so drunk that he fell unconscious. Gong Jie struggled to hold the left side of his body and prepared to help him back to the room.
“Let me help you.”
Zhu Lu immediately put her hand on his right side.
Gong Chou thanked him, and then the two of them helped Fang Yan back to the room, one on the left and the other on the right.
As soon as Fang Yan lay on the bed, Zhu Lu knelt down and gently took off his shoes for him.
Gong Qian said hurriedly: "Let me do it."
"It's okay."
Zhu Lu took off his shoes and arranged them neatly, "This is the first time I've seen Teacher Fang drink like this."
"He does this every time he's drunk, but it's okay to be nice. If you don't know how to toss, you won't go crazy with alcohol."
Gong Qie took his hand and took off his socks, "Turn your head. Just sleep, just like now, sleeping like Zhu Bajie."
Zhu Lu joked: "Pfft, I don't know what Teacher Fang would think if he knew you called him 'Bajie'."
“Don’t be afraid, it’s not the first time I’ve said that anyway.”
Gong Zhen smiled, then picked up the kettle and poured hot water into the enamel cup and basin.
Zhu Ru reminded: "This water is too hot, it needs to cool down."
"I'll pour some cold water." Gong Qie picked up the basin and said, "Zhu Ru, you Watch him for me."
Zhu Lu agreed, and after she left the room, she and Fang Yan were the only ones left in the room.
After staring at Fang Yan quietly for a while, he saw his mouth moving slightly, as if he was gibbering.
Curious yet hesitant, he leaned down and got closer. The smell of wine hit his face, and a mosquito-like voice came from his ears:
"Water...water..."< br>
“Water!”
Zhu Fu was so excited that he quickly ran to the table and brought over the hot water that Gong Qi had already poured.
I blew on the steaming cup again and again, but obviously the boiling water couldn't cool down so quickly.
Seeing that the parched dialect kept shouting "water", Zhu Lu suddenly had an idea and took another empty enamel cup from the table. He poured the hot water back and forth between the two cups. After a while, I tasted a small sip myself without worry.
After confirming that the water temperature was correct, he carefully raised Fang Yan’s head and fed it into his mouth bit by bit.
Like rain after a long drought, Fang Yan drank greedily, but after drinking half a glass of water, he still didn't feel his thirst was quenched, and he was still chattering.
"This...this..."
Zhu Fu glanced at the other enamel cup from which he drank, and felt extremely entangled in his heart. He kept hearing slight calls in dialect. The sound of water.
In desperation, he no longer hesitated and said to himself while feeding the water to Fang Yan:
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I just took a small sip. From a pharmaceutical point of view, the concentration is not the same. It’s not that big, just 5%.”
“No, it’s 1%!”
As a person wearing a white coat, she kept giving herself psychological hints.
Fang Yan drank the water slowly, smacked his lips a few times, and fell asleep with a faint smile on his lips.
Zhu Lu pursed her lips and stared at him with complex eyes, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, and finally turned into a faint sigh.
Not long after, Gong Qian came in with a basin of warm water that had been mixed with cold water, and placed it on the table gently:
"How about it? He didn't say anything nonsense, did he?"
"No, no."
Zhu Lu's cheeks were slightly red, and she stood up in panic, "I'm leaving first, so I won't stay here to disturb you in taking care of him."
Gong Qian only felt something was weird, but didn't see anything wrong. He patted the back of her hand:
"I'll go to your room when I'm done. Then we didn't chat on the train. "
"No, It’s better to come here, Director Yang and the others are still living in my room.”
“Okay!”
Gong Qie sent Zhu Ru away first, and then skillfully took care of the drunken dialect. Wipe your face, take off your clothes, wipe your body, and wash your feet, all in one service.
After covering himself with the quilt, Fang Yan seemed to have found a warm harbor, and fell into an increasingly sleepy sleep. I don't know how long it took, but the drunkenness subsided a little. In a daze, I heard one after another whimpering sounds, like weeping. Like complaint, resentment or admiration, the lingering sound lingers in the ears.
…………
The next day, the bright sunshine shone on the bed.
Fang Yan was woken up by a pee and went to the toilet quickly. When he came back, he found Gong Qian rubbing his eyes and getting up lazily.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?”
"No, I just want to see you."
"Say such disgusting words so early in the morning, are you trying to cause trouble again?"
Gong Qie wrapped himself tightly in the quilt Really, "I'm warning you, this is not the Don’t mess around like before at home!”
“Where did you go?” Fang Yan looked up and down, “I just wanted to see if you were crying.”
< br>"Cry?"
Gong Yan was stunned, "No, why should I cry?"
"This is strange. I clearly heard someone crying last night, what about 'separating beds', 'quarrels', 'Divorce'..."
Fang Yan frowned.
Gong Qie felt a little guilty and said evasively: "You heard me wrong, you and I were the only two people in the room yesterday."
Fang Yan thought he was drunk and hallucinating. I heard it but didn't take it seriously.
"Okay, don't think too much about it."
Gong Xie changed the subject and said that he conducted a careful and in-depth investigation of the "Journey to the West" crew yesterday. In addition to the lack of advanced wire equipment and cameras, , there is no dedicated props team. Due to limited funds, the so-called props can only be created by the wisdom of the staff.
For example, the Golden Cudgel is a hollow stainless steel rod. When filming martial arts scenes, it is replaced by a wooden stick.
“What are you going to do?”
Fang Yan said with a smile.
"I don't know how it is done in Hollywood, but when filming "Baby Smart Stars", in addition to physical props, a three-dimensional character creation software purchased from the United States was also used." Gong Qie pursed his lips, "But This set seems to cost hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.”
“We will also use this kind of technical software in the future.”
Dialang said generously. Started, "Buy it, let's practice on "Journey to the West" first."
"But these are not fundamental."
Gong Qie said that these technologies or equipment are very important to "Journey to the West". The crew of "Journey to the West" is very helpful, but the most urgent thing right now is that someone can invest two to three million in "Journey to the West" so that the crew can compress the number of episodes and successfully complete the filming task.
"Well, I've thought about this a long time ago."
Fang Yan said: "But before we attract investment, we have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible and find a way to convince CCTV first."
However, Yang Ju is bolder than him, Just cut it off first and then tell the story, and divide the work for the crew. One group of people continued to stay in Changbai Mountain, Jicheng, to film "Journey to the West". Another group of people packed their bags and went to all parts of the country, making full use of their respective connections to seek funds. The last group of people followed her to Beijing. .
Everyone took action, and Fang Yan also accompanied Yang Jue to CCTV, trying every possible means to persuade the leaders to agree to the plan to attract external sponsorship. At the same time, under Fang Yan's instructions, Gong Xie disclosed the truth of the anonymous report letter of "Journey to the West" and the news that the filming may have been suspended due to financial shortages in an "anonymous" form to "Literary Newspaper" and "Literary Newspaper". "Yanjing Daily" and many other newspapers.
Suddenly, the news that "Journey to the West" might stop filming quickly spread through major newspapers across the country, arousing widespread concern from all walks of life. Many enthusiastic people either called CCTV or directly wrote letters and sent money to donate money. In order to help, some children who were eagerly anticipating the broadcast of "Journey to the West" took the initiative to send their New Year's money to CCTV without hesitation.
Central Television, which was being held up by public opinion, could only make an exception and give the green light to the crew of "Journey to the West", whether it was due to emotions or reasons.
"Yanzi, Xiaoqie said that this idea was yours, is it true?"
Fang Yan had a big belly and stared straight at Fang Yan and Gong Qie.
“It must have been Yanzi’s idea!”
Han Yuemin said: "I think when the China Women's Volleyball Team won the championship, it was his kid who secretly called the newspaper and told me that I was hanging a banner saying 'If miracles have a color, it must be China Red'. But he didn't notify me, which really hurt me. When facing reporters, my mind went blank."
"Ahem, doesn't this seem natural?"
Fang. Yan repeatedly warned: "It's good for our own people to know about this, but we don't want to talk about it outside."
Han Yuemin couldn't help but tease: "I know, you want to imitate Lei Feng and do good deeds." No name left."
Fang Yan asked: "Brother-in-law, are you willing to do something that will make you famous?"
"You're talking about sponsoring the filming of "Journey to the West", no problem, I'll cover the money!"
Han Yuemin patted his chest, full of confidence.
Fang Yan said in a joking tone: "It seems that my brother-in-law has made a lot of money in the 101 hair growth serum business. It's time to beat the rich again."
"Hehe." Han Yuemin touched it. nose.
Fang Hong said with a smile: "When he came back from the Autumn Festival in eastern Guangdong, he always talked to me about the big business he had made worth millions."
"No more, no more, only three to four million!"
Han Yuemin corrected: "But this is only the first batch. If the sales volume is considerable, more and more will be sold in the future!"
Fang Yan said: "Brother-in-law should come up with the money to sponsor "Journey to the West", but you can't come up with it alone."
"Why is this?"
Fang Hong, Gong Xie and others looked at each other. , very puzzled.
"As beautiful as a tree is in the forest, the wind will destroy it. If you, a private enterprise affiliated with Jianlibao, spend 3 million at a time, what will the outside world think? How much shock will it cause to society?" Fang Yan said, "At this time, we It can’t be too low-key, but it can’t be too high-profile either.”
“Yes, that’s right, don’t reveal your wealth.”
Han Yuemin immediately realized, “Then let’s get involved. Jianlibao invests together, but I don’t know if Brother Li will agree?”
“It’s best if he pays this amount. It’s okay if he doesn’t pay this amount. Wouldn’t it be okay if you invest part of the money in the name of Jianlibao?” "
Fang Yan said: "At that time, Li Jingwei may have to accept your favor. If your company wants to break away from Jianlibao in the future..."
"Wonderful! That's wonderful! Let's do it like this!"
Han Yuemin's eyes suddenly lit up, "I'll call Brother Li right now and ask him whether he will vote or not."
At this moment, Fang Hong screamed, and a feeling of pain swept over him. "The grandchild in my belly is making trouble again!"
Seeing that she was breathing rapidly and screaming in pain, Gong Xie panicked and said, "Isn't my sister about to give birth?"
"Hurry, hurry, send to the hospital!"
Yang Xia was very experienced and directed the somewhat panicked Han Yuemin, Fang Yan and others to drive those who should drive and help others who should be helped.
There was no rush at all, and even before leaving, he did not forget to ask neighbors like Su Ya to help look at the house.
Everyone sent Fang Hong to Xiehe Hospital. At this time, Fang Yan used his face and asked the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department to personally take action.
The sound of trivial footsteps echoed in the corridor. Han Yuemin was pacing back and forth, and Gong Qie, Yang Xia and others were restless.
“Don’t worry, the person who performed my surgery is a nationally renowned obstetrics and gynecology expert, known as the ‘Mother of All Babies’.”
Dialect soothed their restless moods.
After a while, the director and head nurse wearing masks walked out of the operating room, "She is in very good physical condition. Although she is a few days away from full delivery, it is not a big problem. It is recommended to give birth naturally. ...If there is no objection, the family members can sign it.”
“Brother-in-law.”
Fang Yan touched the confused Han Yuemin with his elbow, and Han Yuemin suddenly came back to his senses. , sign your name.
Since 1982, the hospital has had a system of signatures from family members or units, and later it was changed to signatures from family members or related persons.
Moreover, in the era of family planning, a license was required to give birth to a child. If a couple applied for the birth of their first child, it would be reviewed by the unit or the residents (village) committee where the woman worked, and then approved by the sub-district office or township government where the woman was located. Issue a birth certificate.
Any birth without a birth certificate will be regarded as an unplanned birth.
After signing, the director, head nurse and others turned around and walked back in a hurry.
The red light flashed quickly above the operating room "In Operation".
Thump, thump, thump, Han Yuemin shook his legs nervously and kept mumbling something.
Fang Yan patted his shoulder, diverted his attention and said:
"Brother-in-law, have you thought about what to name your child?"
"Yes, of course, I heard from sister, you guys You two have been discussing it for a long time, right?"
Gong Xie understood the situation and cooperated tacitly to appease Yang Xia, Han Yuemin and others.
As soon as this was mentioned, Han Yuemin immediately became energetic:
"It has been discussed long ago that the day of birth should be at the beginning of winter, so whether it is a boy or a girl, the nickname will be Dongdong."
"What about the big name?"
Fang Yan, Yang Xia and the others all cast concerned glances.
"I originally wanted to call the boy Han Dong in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the girl Han Yue."
Han Yuemin said helplessly: "But your sister said, 'Han Dong' 'It sounded like a girl's name, so I changed it to 'Han Han'"
Han Han! ?
Fang Yan’s eyes widened and he was shocked.
Han Yuemin, Yang Xia and others looked at each other in confusion: "What's wrong Yanzi, is there anything wrong with the name we two chose?"
Fang Yan pretended to cough, "No, it's pretty good. , but I think the name 'Han Dong' is also good."
"You think so too, don't you?"
Han Yuemin clapped his hands. Who said the name "Han Dong" was too girly? It was such a great name.
Everyone's tense nerves gradually relaxed until the red light in the operating room went out and the door was opened again.
Han Yuemin rushed over: "How are you, how are you, nurse?"
"Mother and daughter are safe." The head nurse took off her mask and said, "Family members can come in."< br>
“Hu~”
Yang Xia, Gong Xie and others breathed a sigh of relief, and Fang Yan also felt relieved, but felt a little regretful. It was a pity that the name Han Han was no longer used.
Generally speaking, the mother will stay in the delivery room after a natural delivery.
I was sent back to the ward two hours later to be observed to prevent various adverse reactions, accidents, and even major bleeding.
Everyone walked into the delivery room quietly and saw the sound of crying coming from the cradle. The baby was lying flat with wrinkled skin.
Walking around the children one by one, Gong Cie stared at them closely, with a bit of desire and expectation in his gentle eyes.
"Do you like it?" Fang Yan smiled knowingly and whispered, "How about we give birth to one too?"
Gong Qie's face turned red and he hummed softly, his voice quickly drowned in the loud voice of the baby. Among the cries. (End of this chapter)