Negative Electrode Material Chapter 47

Doomsday Radio

Chapter 47 Doomsday Radio

Gao Huan only stayed in the country for one night and returned to London the next day.

He actually regretted it.

If I don’t go back, maybe I can completely forget it in a few months.All his contact information has been deleted, and time has almost helped him smooth over his emotions. This time, he made up for himself again.And that person is a good person, so that bullshit sexual marriage scumbag may have nothing to do with him.

What the hell do you want to do, go all this way?

Hold.

I really want to slap myself twice.

I just got home and threw my coat on the sofa, not even bothering to turn on the light.The phone rang at this moment, it was Gao Le.

“Da Huanzi, why don’t you go to your mother’s house for Christmas? Old John called me today.”

“…I won’t go.”

“Don’t, just your European clients will all be on vacation in the next two weeks, so you won’t be able to be busy even if you want to.”

“Then I don’t want to go either.” Gao Huan put away his coat, sat down on the sofa, and prepared to light a cigarette.

“Go, go, I miss you. And I have a new idea. I want to hear your and mom’s opinions.”

Upon hearing his sister acting coquettishly, Gao Huan felt soft in his heart, but he was not soft-spoken: “What new idea do you want to return to the Japanese girl group again?”

“Hey! Are you annoyed?” Gao Le’s voice raised three notes, “It’s a new film.”

After a happy pause, he blew out the smoke from his mouth. He didn’t know why, but he said, “Okay, then I’ll go and listen.”

On Christmas Eve, there was a two-meter-high pine tree standing in the corner of Du Mei and John’s living room, with two strings of lamp beads of different sizes hanging crosswise on it, both of which were warm white.There are no stars on the top of the tree, but a hand-carved white dove – a souvenir they bought during their trip to Austria. The white color is very rustic, as if it is carrying the snow of the Alps.

The dining table was covered with a linen tablecloth, with a row of low candles in the center, the candlelight flickering steadily.The main course plates had been put away, but the dessert plates were still there, and everyone had some leftovers to finish.John’s daughter and her granddaughter, who was less than one year old, had finished their meal earlier and left first, leaving only the old couple and the Gao family siblings at the table.Gao Le’s face was slightly red from drinking, and he was talking excitedly about the new film he wanted to make:

“…We wanted to make a short film about an apocalyptic survivor looking for a response with only a walkie-talkie.”

The other three people listened carefully. John asked first: “How exactly?”

“The details haven’t been worked out yet, but it’s a woman who wakes up at the end of the world and finds a walkie-talkie with noise coming from it, and she starts calling, walking and calling.”

“‘Shutter Island’?” Gao Huan took a sip of wine and put down the glass.

“Have you seen that one?” Gao Le opened his eyes a little wider. “There is no Leonardo in this, and there is no conspiracy. No one can save anyone. It’s just… an illusion.”

“Does that mean they all have to die?”

“Well,” Gao Le nodded, “you have to go crazy. When your voice is not heard, you go crazy. In a crazy world, create an even crazier hope. Illusion is the only comfort.”

John poured another round of wine.Du Mei frowned: “Lele, you are too sad.”

While Gao Huan was thinking about the story Gao Le just described, he put his hand into his pocket to touch the cigarette, and his movements suddenly stopped:

“How much does it cost to shoot this?”

“Not yet.”

“You pay for it yourself?”

“That’s not the case. There is a director.” Gao Huan finished the last bite of dessert. “He is a senior fellow. Maybe he can find private investment.”

The candlelight on the table flickered, and John reached out and pushed a nearly burned out candle into the middle.Du Mei slowly began to put away the plates, her eyes turning between the siblings without interrupting.

Gao Le noticed what he was thinking and half-joked: “What, Mr. Gao wants to vote for me?”

Gao Huan didn’t laugh, resumed the movements of his hands, and whispered: “I’m not crazy yet. Go out and smoke a cigarette first.”

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