The filming of The Crystal Lake Murders had just ended a few weeks ago.
But to Lao Qin, that seemed like a long, long time ago.
Time is the best medicine for wounds, it can heal all the bad memories. Old Qin left that film crew and all the pain and fear behind.
Now he is just a happy middle-aged man with an unattractive but loving wife and two lovely children.
Once upon a time, Lao Qin was a workaholic, often staying out all night for filming.
But since the filming of "Crystal Lake Murderer", his wife found that her husband seemed to have suddenly changed his nature.
Not only will he be home by six o'clock every day, but he will also pick up his two children from school. He also picks up his two children from school and cooks dinner for the family.
The only strange thing was that his visits to the psychiatrist had increased significantly.
The wife also had a suspicion, thinking that is not the dog man did something wrong outside, to the three of them mother's guilt, which is desperately trying to make amends.
But after checking the WeChat chat records, and look at the bank card flow, the wife found that the old Qin have no problem.
Is it possible that the Buddha manifested itself?
Another calm afternoon, the old Qin woke up in his sleep, he got up and dressed, pull open the shutters.
"Hi!"
He saw Li Si waving to him outside the window.
Old Qin looked at Li Si and then behind Li Si.
There stood a tall foreigner with a bandaged face and scars faintly visible on his bare skin.
He stared grimly at Lao Qin, the meaning expressed in his eyes self-evident.
Old Qin smiled, closed the shutters, and walked to the kitchen.
His wife was cooking in the kitchen.
He kissed his wife's face, and her shy expression reminded him of their newlywed days.
He found the children, who were playing with toys in the bedroom.
Old Qin sat down cross-legged and spoke at length: "In the future, as a sister, you should take more care of your younger brother ... Right, when dad is not there, siblings should help each other."
"Study hard, don't make mum angry. She takes care of you guys very hard, works late every day, and has to come back to cook and wash clothes ..."
Old Qin spoke wherever he thought of.
He rambled on and on, saying a whole lot of things, and finally stood up.
"Good boy, daddy is leaving."
At this time there was already someone knocking on the door.
Walking from the bedroom to the foyer, a short distance, Old Qin turned back four times.
But even a short distance has its limits, and Old Qin finally stood up to the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Li Si and the foreigner were standing right outside the door. There was also a little girl, head down, just licking ice cream.
A few people looked at each other, and Old Qin slowly spoke, "You're finally here."
Li Si grabbed Old Qin's hand and Old Qin closed his eyes, "So direct? It's also good, do it and give me a hard time."
"Old Qin, are you free, our crew is short of a prop master."
The two spoke almost simultaneously and froze each other when they finished speaking.
Li Si maintained his handshake position, "Move your hand? Move what hand?"
Old Qin, on the other hand, looked incredulous: "A prop master? You came to me just to ask me to become a prop master?"
"Right!"
Li Si was even more surprised than him, "Is it hard to believe that you have some side business?"
Old Qin took a step back, suddenly having a kind of joy after a robbery, "So, you, you didn't come looking for me because I reported you to the police, huh?"
Li Si's smile stalled.
He nodded his head stiffly, "Uh, even if I report it, if it doesn't have any impact on my life ..."
Old Qin was almost happy, "That means it's okay for me to spread the word that you're a dangerous person in the prop master circle?"
Li Si smacked his lips as Lumik came to his ear, "Boss, let me do it, I'll finish this guy off in three minutes."
"No, can't do it." As he said that, Li Si was running out of breath.
Only to see Old Qin with an agitated face, "If I tell the entertainment reporter that you may have killed someone, this matter can be written off right?"
Mei drew a breath of cold air and desperately hugged Li Si's waist.
She acted just in time, and Li Si was pulled in just as she took a step to rush.
But she was too light in weight, and the result was that Mei hung onto Li Si like a koala, being dragged forward step by step.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Luckily, Lumik came back to her senses and the two of them combined their efforts to drag Li Si back.
Li Si whistled and gasped for breath, while Mei stared intently at the cone that had been flung out in his haste.
It was only then that Old Chin realised, as an afterthought, that he had said something he shouldn't have.
A trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, and he carefully asked, "Should ... I go with you to the theatre group to take a look? By the way, how much is the salary there, do you have a meal allowance?"
Mei glanced at Li Si, stretched out his small hand, and pressed back the pen that he had pulled out halfway.
...
"Prop master, lighting master, stunt master, and martial arts director, well, flush!"
In the evening, Liu Jinsheng and Director Tian met up with Li Si to count the crew members.
"I'll arrange the wages and stuff. There's one more thing, that is, the three meals for the crew are still unavailable." Director Tian was worried.
The crew meals looked insignificant, but were actually very important. If the filming was hard, a good meal could calm the actors' emotions.
Li Si raised his hand, "I'll take care of this, are kebabs okay?"
"Also fine." Director Tian put a tick after the word catering, so the last problem was solved.
The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, all feeling a little excited.
A really good script not only brings fame and fortune, the process of presenting the work is also a pleasure.
Li Si didn't arrive home until after ten, and although Feng Su was sleepy and fast asleep, she still went to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of noodles.
"Auditions will be held tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to finalise the actors for the last few roles, then we can start the film." Li Si said as he stood next to her while she cooked the noodles.
Mei walked into the kitchen and tiptoed to get a can of coke out of the fridge.
"You're busy tomorrow right? Mei will just come with me to the film set ...," Li Si said before she could finish her sentence, but was interrupted by Feng Su.
Feng Su stroked Mei's head, "Don't go to the film set, I contacted a school, let Mei go to school tomorrow."
The kitchen was suddenly quiet.
Meis maintained the action of opening a Coke, completely failing to comprehend what she had just heard.
Go to school? What's going to school? Why do I have to go to school?
She frowned tightly, always feeling as if [School] was something bad.
"Ah, right oh, Mei is only ten years old, she should be going to fourth grade." Li Si tapped his hand.
Seeing Li Si agreeing to Feng Su's words without any lag, Mei completely panicked.
"School, what exactly is school!"
Hearing this question, Li Si cocked his head and thought:
"Probably, it's putting a bunch of prisoners of the same age into an underfunded prison management, and the warden is run by ..."
"Ouch!"
He was knocked on the head by Feng Su.
Feng Su squatted down and gently looked at Mei, "School is a very good place Oh, Mei can make a lot of friends there, and can also learn things from the teachers."
Mei's small mouth slightly opened.
Li Si covered his face, he could tell that this little girl's mind had collapsed, but he didn't dare to remind her.
Feng Su didn't even notice the problem.
To a child who grew up in a trafficker's den, [friend] and [teacher] could have very different meanings.