The light in the movie theater dimmed. Amidst the relaxed and melodious orchestral music, black subtitles fluttered, listing the names of the crew. However, the representatives of the cinemas didn't pay much attention to this. The only thing that got their attention was the name Zhang Xiuming.
Zhang Xiuming is a movie emperor.
Even more prominent than Zhang Xiuming's name was the scriptwriter's name, enlarged and written as "Xian Yu". This name had transitioned from unfamiliar to well-recognized in the film industry after two movies.
The orchestral music abruptly stopped.
Simultaneously, a slightly naive off-screen voice vibrated: "Xiao Ba is very mysterious. No one knows where he came from. Maybe from a dog shelter, maybe from someone's car, maybe from an airport, or maybe from an unknown small city..."
The darkness gradually faded.
In the gradually clear picture, a rosy-cheeked child was narrating on the stage, behind him, on the blackboard, were four skewed characters:
