The volume of the TV outside was turned down a bit, and I sat on the study chair, neither daring to move nor to make a sound. This broken chair was so uncomfortable.

The conversation between Xiaoqin and her mother came through the bedroom door, and even if I didn't want to eavesdrop, I couldn't help it.

Aunt Ren's voice has not changed much from what I heard when I was a child. It not only shows the independence of a mature woman, but also has a bit more boldness of a martial arts practitioner.

Xiao Qin acted like a good girl in front of her mother, answering all questions.

"Xiaoqin, how have you been at school this week? Are you used to it?"

"Well, the new school is great! I like it very much!"

I don’t know what Xiaoqin likes about Twenty-Eight.

"As long as you like it, although I know that school is actually not that good... I said, even if you want to go to school there, wouldn't it be more convenient to go to your uncle's school?"

“But people don’t like private schools~~~~~~~”

Although I can't see it through the door, I can completely imagine Xiaoqin acting coquettishly in front of her mother.

"Mom, stop asking me about my school. Tell me if you encountered anything new on the set!"

Xiaoqin changed the topic very skillfully.

I remember reading in the newspaper before that after retiring from the Sanda world, Auntie Ren became active in the film industry as a martial arts instructor. In recent years, Auntie Ren has participated in several kung fu films, and one of the films is still at a foreign film festival.

Won a prize.

Which film team was invited this time?

Aunt Ren let out a long breath, it seemed that her work on the set was not going well.

"Forget it, I told you last time that this film was funded by Hollywood, saying it was going to 'incorporate oriental elements and seize the Chinese market.' It is obviously a fantasy film, and it has to be said that it is a kung fu film. If it weren't for the crew,

My acquaintance, I won’t take this job!”

As he spoke, he hammered the armrest of the sofa heavily.

As if she was afraid of scaring Xiao Qin, after a pause, Aunt Ren's tone softened a little.

"Humph, let me tell you, none of the American actors who came to film have any background in kung fu. They are all singers, dancers, and cross talk actors..."

"Eh? Mom, are there any people in the United States who talk about cross talk?"

"They're just talk show hosts! I've always regarded them as cross talkers."

"That's not bad! It must be fun when you perform!"

Xiaoqin has always played the role of a listener in the conversation, helping her mother feel reassured from time to time.

The heart-to-heart talk between mother and daughter is a bit reversed. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be the mother who should resolve her daughter's youthful worries?

"Interesting? Maybe Americans find it interesting? I can't understand that kind of American humor at all. Hou Baolin and Chen Peisi are much better than them!"

"Then...are the entire crew Americans? Mom, don't be bullied by those foreign devils!"

Aunt Ren laughed out loud.

"There are not that many Americans. More than half of the employees are hired locally. How expensive are Americans' wages? Besides, as for those who sing, dance and talk about cross talk, even if they are allowed to join together, they will not be your mother's opponent! Yes, there are

A dark and strong personal bodyguard looks very difficult to deal with..."

When I heard this, I thought: a kung fu movie starring an American, and there is a big bodyguard on the scene that even the re-elected aunt dare not look down on...

Could it be Amy's crew? Director Cao mentioned to me that this kung fu drama series is called "Legend of the Magic Cauldron"? What a coincidence! Doesn't Aunt Ren want to do this to Amy on the set?

Did you provide on-site guidance?

With Amy's terrible personality, can she successfully cooperate with Aunt Ren?

I'm a little worried.

"Haha, it turns out that there are so many of my own people accompanying my mother, so I can rest assured?"

"Nonsense, even if you were born in the same country, you may not be one of us. Also, although more than half of the staff are Chinese, all on-site communication must be in English. Translating some martial arts terms into English is very troublesome!"

Xiao Qin chuckled.

"It shouldn't be a problem, mom, right? Aren't you fluent in English? When you and your dad met in Hong Kong, you couldn't understand each other's Cantonese, so they ended up communicating in English?"

Aunt Ren's tone suddenly became stern:

"Don't call him daddy! That person has nothing to do with us! Your last name is Ren and I don't have the last name Huo!!"

"I'm sorry...Mom, I will never mention it again..."

Xiaoqin replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

This was the first time I heard Aunt Ren getting angry with Xiaoqin. When I was a child, I saw the way Xiaobawang's mother was obedient to him, and I used to be very jealous.

There was no words between mother and daughter for a while. Finally, Aunt Ren broke the self-inflicted silence with two dry coughs.

"Okay, mom shouldn't be angry with you, please don't blame mom, okay?"

"(*^__^*) Hehe, I won't hold a grudge against my mother. She has been my favorite since she was a child~?"

"As long as you don't hold grudges against me, let me tell you, there was another unfortunate incident on the set today..."

Xiaoqin seemed to take a sip of tea and waited for her mother to continue.

"My mother, I thought that the actors from the United States couldn't understand Chinese, so I casually complained to the Chinese photographer: These people are really unprofessional, especially that little girl with blond hair, who is so weak in physical strength.

And I came to make a kung fu movie...guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

"That little girl, named Emily, who can only sing, actually came up to me and called me 38 in authentic Chinese!"

I can imagine that scene. With Amy's character, there is no reason to bear it when Aunt Ren speaks ill of her to her face. It would be nice if Pentheus was not ordered to go up and compete with Aunt Ren in person.

Xiaoqin seemed to have choked on her tea and coughed several times.

"It's really, really strange! How can she, an American, speak Chinese so well? Mom, you don't know her as well, do you?"

"Of course, but her superior expression really makes me feel uncomfortable. If she hadn't looked at her age, I would have kicked her away!"

"Mom, drink some tea and moisten your throat."

Aunt Ren took a sip of tea and continued:

"It's so ironic that so many people who don't know kung fu are invited to make kung fu movies, and they all rely on wire and computer stunts. It's really different from the early years..."

Xiaoqin seemed to stand up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen to add some water to the teapot.

"Hey, Xiaoqin, do you want to play a role? Your skills are much better than theirs, right? For roles that are not very important, I, as the martial arts commander, still have the right to arrange for someone to play the role."

"I won't go. It's not suitable for girls to do things in public."

Xiaoqin rejected her mother's suggestion without hesitation.

"No, but if we need a boy's role, someone about my age...can you recommend someone to try it out?"

This... am I the person Xiaoqin wants to recommend? Why do you always remember my immature dream! Stop mentioning it! I blush now when I think of it!

Aunt Ren snorted.

"You're not talking about the boy from Teacher Ye's family, are you?"

Xiaoqin silently acquiesced.

Aunt Ren used to call my dad Teacher Ye, which is not wrong. When I was very young, my dad also tutored the children in the courtyard.

"Xiaoqin, tell me the truth, Mom: If you have to go to No. 28 Middle School, are you looking for that boy named Ye?"

Xiaoqin still didn't speak.

My heart was beating fast when I heard that the conversation involved me.

"Don't think I haven't seen the photo you put on your bedside! Even if he had a good relationship with you when he was a child, he doesn't have to face you like this all the time, right?"

The relationship is so good, Auntie Ren! It’s the little bully who never bullies me in front of you! But Xiaoqin went behind my back and told you that we are good friends? My good friend is tortured to death by her every day.

ah!

After talking about my affairs, Xiao Qin remained silent and could only hear Aunt Ren talking non-stop.

"Although the boy named Ye was quite honest when he was young, who knows what he has become now after so many years? Don't wishful thinking..."

Xiaoqin finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Mom, don't always call people 'boy, boy', they have names! His name is Ye Lin, he is my neighbor now, he often helps me in school!"

Help...help your sister! I stepped on your shoes, pulled your chair away, and poured coke on your head. I have done all the bad things! If you praise me like this to Aunt Ren, I will be so ashamed that I want to find a place.

Get in there!

Aunt Ren's tone of disbelief.

"Huh, if you hadn't been shutting yourself up at home these past three years and finally agreed to go to school this time, I wouldn't have helped you to this extent!"

"(*^__^*) Hee hee, I knew you were the best to me, mom!"

"Don't hold your arms and get close to me! I'm telling you, don't let that Ye Lin take advantage of you. If he dares to touch you, you can destroy one of his arms and legs. You don't have to think about the consequences. What's your responsibility?"

Carry it for you!"
To be continued...