Global Movie Emperor

I boarded the plane at 7:30 in the morning on the 29th and flew from the Magic City to the Imperial Capital. I boarded the plane at 12:40 in the morning on the 30th and flew from the Imperial Capital to Xiangjiang. I flew to three places in three days. The strong changes in climate will inevitably make Lu Ze felt a little tired.

After walking out of the airport, Wang Zixuan was waiting at the door. Only Lu Ze's ticket was changed yesterday. Wang Zixuan still took flight No. 29 to Xiangjiang.

"Brother Lu, let me help you carry your luggage. You have a rest. Mr. Jia is here to pick you up."

As if she could see Lu Ze's tiredness, Wang Zixuan reached out and took Lu Ze's luggage. Because she only stayed in Xiangjiang for two or three days, the suitcase only contained the clothes for the party and some scattered things. Shen, Lu Ze didn't stop her and handed the suitcase to her.

On the contrary, it was Jia Changwei who came to pick him up, which made Lu Ze very surprised. Lu Ze could still remember the attitude that Comrade Jia had towards Lu Ze before, but now he could actually come to pick him up. It was like the sun was shining in the east.

There was an old-fashioned Rolls-Royce parked outside. The driver helped Wang Zixuan put her luggage. Lu Ze opened the door and took a look inside. Jia Changwei was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette. He looked good. It seemed that this paragraph Life was very comfortable.

"Little Master Jia, I'm so embarrassed to ask you to pick me up."

"Stop talking nonsense, have you eaten? I'll treat you to dinner, and Ah Sheng will go to Uncle Ya's teahouse."

After Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were seated, the car started. Although it could be called a classic car, the interior was no less comfortable than today's cars, and the exterior looked even more impressive.

Compared with the modern cars around it, this old antique is still square and tough. The statuette is clearly placed on the front of the car, making all cars shy away. This thing is much more expensive than today's Rolls-Royce. .

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the teahouse, and it was also time for dinner. Originally, the teahouse only sold tea and cakes, but after all, it was either a guest or Lu Ze who came to have a home-cooked meal from Xiangjiang.

The teahouse is still as shabby as before, but it is still lively. Perhaps it is because the weather is hot. There are some old people holding big umbrellas at the door, drinking tea and playing cards. Their voices can be heard from far away.

"Uncle Ya! Long time no see. How is your health lately? Your bones are still strong."

Uncle Ya was still sitting on the old Taishi chair, gently shaking his fan. When he heard someone greeting him, he turned to look at Lu Ze and said yes.

"good."

Lu Ze frowned and looked at Jia Changwei. Uncle Ya's behavior just now was not like his usual temper. Before this, he would have laughed and scolded Lu Ze, and then asked him to hurry into the room to drink tea. But now there is written on his face He was full of confusion, as if he didn't know Lu Ze. After thinking for a long time and not knowing what to say, he reluctantly agreed to Lu Ze's greeting with just one word.

"I get old and confused. Sometimes I even forget about me. It has been like this since the beginning of spring this year. I guess there are not many days left. Uncle Ya, come in for dinner."

Jia Changwei calmly answered Lu Ze's question, turned around and helped Uncle Ya into the room, and carefully let Uncle Ya sit at the head seat at the dinner table.

"Then go to the hospital, we can't just wait."

"The old man is stubborn and says he won't go. What can I do? If you don't want to go, just don't go. It would be great if the mixed society can end its life, but it shouldn't be possible to celebrate the eightieth birthday in November this year. Sixty-six and eighty There are two hurdles, and I guess I can’t get over the second one.”

"You brat! I can live to be one hundred and eighty years old! Don't curse me!"

Jia Changwei and Lu Ze were originally chatting, but Uncle Ya suddenly interrupted and scolded Jia Changwei loudly, making Jia Changwei laugh out loud.

"The old man's ears are still very sharp. Well, well, well, he will live to be one hundred and eighty, and he will always be like this, with good times and bad times. Give Song Qingmin a call and ask if I still need to invite him to dinner?"

Jia Changwei went to accompany Uncle Ya, and Lu Ze also smiled. It was quite unpleasant to see Uncle Ya like this, but what Jia Changwei said was right. It was a blessing for the gang to end their lives, and they were still alive after killing so many people. , if there really is such a thing as reincarnation, you might suffer a lot of punishment in your next life.

Without thinking about this, Lu Ze picked up his cell phone and called Song Qingmin. Song Qingmin answered the call quickly and hurriedly told Lu Ze that he would be there in a moment and asked Lu Ze to tell Mr. Jia that there was a traffic jam here.

Lu Ze, a mainland boy, didn't have much respect for Jia Changwei, but Song Qingmin, an old Xiangjiang native, was really scared to death. Lu Ze understood this, and after saying something to Jia Changwei, he started to help Aunt Fang carry the rice bowl.

Sister-in-law Fang is Uncle Ya’s daughter-in-law and the person who actually makes tea in the teahouse. Perhaps retribution has come to Uncle Ya’s son. Uncle Ya’s only son was killed by a car in Australia, leaving only the one who just married Uncle Ya’s son. Sister-in-law who is less than two months old.

This woman was also a hard-working woman. She became a widow just after getting married. Later, she followed Uncle Ya back to Xiangjiang and did not remarry. She continued to take care of her father-in-law, who was already in his early sixties at the time, until now.

After Lu Ze finished serving the dishes, Song Qingmin arrived just in time. He was sweating from exhaustion. He apologized to Jia Changwei when he entered the door. Jia Changwei was not really angry. He waved his hand casually and told him to sit down quickly.

Everyone was here, just these five people. Everyone started using chopsticks. Jia Changwei picked up the rice bowl and fed Uncle Ya porridge to Uncle Ya who could no longer eat. Occasionally, some porridge flowed to the corner of his mouth, and he carefully wiped it clean with a paper towel.

"Uncle Ya...do you recognize me?"

Seeing Uncle Ya, who was drinking porridge, paying attention to himself, Lu Ze pointed at himself and asked. The old man shook his head, then turned to glare at Jia Changwei complainingly.

"Slow down, you want to choke me to death, you are so clumsy."

"Yes, yes, please slow down. Have you drank it? Take another sip, open your mouth, ah~"

"Ajian, last night I dreamed that your Uncle Long was taking me to kill people. There was a lot of blood. Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm scared to death. Tell me, did you drink it? Wait, I'll wipe your mouth."

Lu Ze noticed that Sister-in-law Fang was secretly wiping her tears. He guessed that Ajian was Uncle Ya's dead son. Seeing Uncle Ya vividly telling Jia Changwei what he had seen in his dream, making Jia Changwei laugh, Lu Ze suddenly felt a little bit Feeling.

Perhaps in Jia Changwei's heart, the heroic father is just the object of admiration in his heart, and Uncle Ya is the one who truly gave him his father's love. Although he says he doesn't care about Uncle Ya's life or death, in fact, Jia Changwei feels sadder than anyone else. Bar.

After finishing the meal, Lu Ze looked at the time. It was already five fifteen. It would take at least forty minutes to get from here to the Cultural Center Grand Theater at this time.

Lu Ze opened his suitcase and went to the bedroom to change his clothes and tie his tie. Wang Zixuan also came back from outside. She did not participate in the meal just now.

After simply putting on some makeup, Lu Ze walked out of the room and, together with Song Qingmin, prepared to say goodbye and set off for the venue.

"Wait a minute, Azze, you can take my car over there. Ah Sheng is waiting for you outside the door."

Lu Ze looked at Jia Changwei for a while, nodded, and did not refuse his kindness. He just hesitated for a while and then slowly said: "If you have anything, give me a call."

Jia Changwei naturally knew what trouble meant. He waved his hand to Lu Ze, peeled off the shrimp and fed it to Uncle Ya without saying anything.

.......

The black Rolls-Royce was driving on the road. Lu Ze looked out the window in a daze and began to think about something. It was not until the Cultural Theater came into Lu Ze's eyes that he really came back to his senses.

The good sound insulation ability of the luxury car also became useless in this huge sound wave. It seemed that Hong Kong, which had always been cold, began to warm up at this moment, and finally reached a scorching heat.

The back door stopped accurately on the red carpet. She straightened her appearance and exhaled. The moment she opened the car door, her voice became more real. She got out of the car and bowed gently to the audience who came to support her. This highlight moment was very important to her. For Lu Ze, this is the best reward.

"Boss Dragon! Come on Master Jia!"

"Lu Ze, sign your name for me! Sign your name for me!"

Some people still don't know Lu Ze's name, but just remember the role he played, but that's enough. Those who can be remembered are classics.

As usual, he signed the names of the fans who supported him. After taking a moment, he could only say sorry to the fans who had not signed in yet. He stood in front of the curtain and was taken a few photos by reporters. Then he turned around and signed his own name on the curtain. The Daimyo once again bowed to the audience who came from afar, and then strode towards the interior of the theater.

Tonight, this war about honor officially begins.

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