House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 140 – I See Right Through You

What name should I give her? Of course, I will not name her Heitan1. Yang Yi couldn’t be like his daughter and Mo Fei, whose standard of naming was so low!

If he was going to pick a name, then he was going to pick a name that was deep and full of meaning!

After some careful consideration, Yang Yi finally had an idea.

Yang Yi gently touched the kitten’s head and said with a smile, “I’m going to name her Duoduo!”

“Duoduo? Why Duoduo?” Mo Fei asked in surprise.2

“No, there is a kǒu (口) character in Duo (哆).” Yang Yi shook his head.

“That Duokou is still carrying many”3Mo Fei giggled. She looked at Yang Yi a little proudly, and her eyes seemed to say, “I see right through you!”

Mo Fei might not know too much about Yang Yi right now, but she knew that Yang Yi likes even numbers. She knew that two kittens happened to be a pair, and three kittens were obviously one too many.

That was why he named the kitten Duoduo (多多)! No, Duoduo (哆哆)4. This guy with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder still wanted to cover it up!5

When Yang Yi’s thoughts were exposed, he gave her a helpless and amused look.

What could he do? Yang Yi really wanted to tell Mo Fei: “A woman like you who knows too much were killed back in the days!”

Mo Fei stared back fearlessly, with a smile in her eyes, as if to say, “Are you threatening me? Getting bold huh?”

But at this time, Xixi had something to say. The little girl pouted her mouth and said, “No, Papa can’t call her Duoduo!”

“Why not?” Yang Yi asked, puzzled.

Mo Fei was also a little surprised.

“Because it’s different from the name that I and Mama gave. The name that Xixi gave is Xiao Guai, and the name that Mama gave is Xiao Hui. The name that Papa should give must be like this!” Xixi said.

Mo Fei angrily rolled her eyes at Yang Yi, which made Yang Yi baffled: “What?”

How could he know that Mo Fei suspected that Xixi had lived with her father for a long time that she was also infected with his obsessive-compulsive disorder. She even wanted their naming have the same pattern…

This is not good!

“It doesn’t matter, everyone can pick a name they like!” Mo Fei persuaded her daughter and said with a smile, “That’s the rule! So, the kitten that your Papa likes is going to be named Duoduo!”

This sign was not good. If Xixi really has symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder, just let her change. Let her get used to situation that are not orderly and asymmetrical!

As it turned out, Xixi didn’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder. She thought about it carefully and felt that what her mother said was reasonable, so she nodded and said, “Okay!”

From big to small, Xiao Hui, Duoduo, and Xiao Guia, the three small British Shorthair, were still looking curiously at their new environment. They were going to take root in Yang Yi’s home!

…….

“Fatty, call two people, and come and help me with the props.”

At the film and television base in the northern suburbs of Beijing, at Dahan Palace shooting site C, a little fatty wearing fake armor stood up and greeted two acquaintances. Then, with a pen on one of his ears and a hard-shell folder in his hand, he walked over to the young men who were bossing them around.

“Brother Dabin, here we are!” The little fatty said with a smile, “If there’s anything you want us to do, just say so!”

The young man nodded with satisfaction, but he didn’t give them any good looks. He waved his hand and said, “Go and bring that box of props and costumes and changed into today’s costume!”

“All right!” Although he was sweating like a pig in this suit on this hot day, the little fatty still diligently moved the things.

This was Guo Ziyi. It has only been a few days since he came to Beijing. With his eloquent mouth and hard work, he has emerged from being a minor character6that has a role of just lying down as a corpse, and after revealing his talent, has become a high-level minor character that could stand and be in several scene.7

As they were moving things, his companion leaned to Guo Ziyi’s ear and said, “Little Guo, why do you think that Dabin is working so hard today? He doesn’t usually have such a loud voice!”

Guo Ziyi’s companions were all older than him, but they weren’t much older. They were all mountain children who didn’t go to college that came out to work in the Beijing. Later, they found that playing as minor character also made a lot of money, so they came to dawdle around.

Their character was relatively simple, and their IQ also belonged to the simple kind. Seeing that Guo Zi didn’t dislike their Mandarin full of local accents, or that they were children from the countryside, they play together. In addition, Guo Ziyi’s head was flexible and creative. After leading them to run several times to snatch a good scene, they vaguely respect Guo Ziyi as their leader.

Of course, Guo Ziyi didn’t care being called Little Guo.

“I heard that the great director came here today to shoot the protagonist’s scene, so he was going all out, hoping that the great director can see his efforts!” Guo Ziyi curled his lips.

“Oh!” His companions all understood. They looked at Guo Ziyi with admiring eyes. They thought that it was really amazing that he could obtain such big news.

In fact, they didn’t wear their ears8and regarded playing as minor character as dawdling around. During rest, they hid in the shade of a tree and lie down. Guo Zi wanted to stay in the sun, but he was able to eavesdrop on the chats of several special or small supporting actors. It was unknown how much information he had.

Before long, there was a commotion on the set, and except for those unpromising minor characters, the other actors and staff all ran up eagerly.

“Director Chen, you’re here?”

“Teacher Chen, thank you for your hard work. It’s such a hot day…”

“Director Chen, look at this…”

People wanting to greet him, wanting to be courteous to him, and wanting to report their work to him were actively competing to speak. It was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Guo Ziyi also took few of his little brothers9 to survey the scene from an elevated position from a distance. They naturally dared not run up there.

“Such a magnificent scene!” A companion said enviously.

“I wish I could be like him!” Another companion was also mumbling, fantasizing about the scene of being crowded by many attendants.

Guo Ziyi was also muttering, but he was not envious, but he sighed with emotion: “Director Chen Fengchen, the great director! If only I could make a movie with him! A minor character doesn’t count, it has to be a leading role…”

Yes, it was Chen Fengchen who came. Today, Grandpa Chen10was dressed in a much more dignified way than he was in the bookstore, with a round collar lined with a black leather jacket, black sunglasses under his bowler hat, and a white beard that would make his age impossible to discern.

Clothes make the man, as well as temperament. Gramps has both today. Naturally, his aura was more like a great director.

“All right, all right, don’t hang around with me and do what you’re supposed to do, Old Liu11. See if all the preparatory works are done. I’ll give you 15 minutes, and the shooting will start on time in 15 minutes!” Chen Fengchen was indeed a great director, and his temper was very bad. He shouted without giving a good face.

But the effect was particularly good. All of a sudden, all the people scattered.

Chen Fengchen sat on his own director’s chair. The person next to him dared not to sit, wishing to be more diligent, running past him quickly from time to time.

However, Chen Fengchen didn’t even look at them. He was thinking with a frown on his face.

He has read the two books “Soldier Assault” and “Drawing Sword”, and he liked them very much. Moreover, just by reading them, he could see the scenes in his head like a TV series.

The experienced Great Director Chen was keenly aware that these two works were particularly suitable for filming, so he couldn’t wait to contact the publishing house and discuss the copyright issue with the author.

But what he didn’t expect was that the response he got was that the author was too busy to leave, so he had to wait until September to come to Beijing in person to negotiate with him.

Chen Fengchen didn’t blame Yang Yi. After all, Yang Yi also showed enough respect – He said he would come to Beijing. But he was in a hurry!

Although this world didn’t lack literary works, nor did it lack good stories and good scripts, one thing remained the same. Good things were always coveted and fought for by many people.

These two books have been on the market for some time, and both of them were on the limelight. Chen Fengchen dared not guarantee that other directors and other companies have not taken a liking to these two books! In the face of cruel market competition, Chen Fengchen’s seniority12was obviously useless.

By September, he was afraid the day lilies would be cold!13

While waiting for the shooting to begin, Chen Fangchen was thinking about this question: “No, I can’t wait. If he couldn’t come here, can’t I come to him?” This copyright, I must get it!”