I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 329 327. Waiting for leisure to change old people's hearts (23)

   "Dad, what shall we have for dinner?"

   Everyone left, and the villa was a little empty.

  Zhang Mo looked at his father who was sitting on the sofa in deep thought and asked:

   "Should I let the cooking aunt buy some vegetables? Or should we do it ourselves?"

   "Let Xiao Chen go buy some food and come back. It's still early~"

"Um."

   Zhang Mo responded, turned around and walked into the nanny's room.

   After explaining twice, the nanny walked out quickly with a basket in hand to buy groceries.

   It's not that the nanny has no eyesight and is lazy.

  She has been in Zhang Mo's house for a long time, so she naturally knows the habits of the master's house very well.

  Eating is not a particularly fixed thing.

   Compared with eating, it is more important not to interrupt Director Zhang's thinking because of any movement at work.

  Although Director Zhang has a bad stomach...

  But even Mrs. Chen acquiesced in this matter.

  If Director Zhang doesn’t say he’s hungry, don’t cook yet.

  Try to keep quiet at home, otherwise his train of thought will be interrupted, which may ruin a movie.

   After the nanny left, Zhang Mo helped clean up the teacups on the coffee table.

   Looking back, I saw my father still sitting on the sofa and meditating...

   She thought for a while and asked:

   "What are you thinking?"

  Zhang Yimou came back to his senses, looked at her and asked:

   "As a director, which one is your creative thinking more inclined to?"

   "..."

  Zhang Mo sat on the sofa.

   After thinking about it for about a minute, I shook my head:

"In fact, I have been hesitating all afternoon. Because... I found that I like both ideas. On the one hand, it can give the story something deeper. On the other hand, it seems more pure... I have never thought about it, you Woolen cloth?"

  Zhang Yimou did not answer directly, but continued to ask:

   "As a director, which story do you prefer?"

  Zhang Mo knew that it would be impossible not to give a clear answer.

But…

   The problem is that she really doesn't know which one to pick either.

   Because both sound good.

  One is to use **** as a metaphor for the suffering of that era, and it has a deeper level of artistry from the perspective of a bystander.

  The other one shines like a single bright spot in...a darkness.

"I…"

  After thinking for a long time, she still shook her head:

   "It's hard for me to draw conclusions. Because I like both of them...Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you, I think it would be better to put them together."

   "That would be a disaster."

   Facing his daughter's thoughts, Zhang Yimou directly denied her thoughts:

   "I understand what you mean. The tone of the whole article is to describe the suffering, and the love between Jingqiu and the third child is like a little white flower that emerges from the mud without staining, right?"

"Um."

   "Do you know why no one, including the screenwriter, is following this line of thought?"

"…Why?"

   "..."

  Hearing his daughter's rhetorical question, Zhang Yimou was silent for a while.

   I sighed in my heart.

   But still explained:

"Because what we want to shoot is a movie, not a TV series. In two hours, on the one hand, you have to describe the sorrow of a great era, and on the other hand, you need to establish a pure emotion...to establish a pure emotion, you need Use the various characters and beings under the era to contrast. But your time is only two hours, this process is too crowded and too bloated."

   "..."

  Under Zhang Mo's slightly frowning brow, as a father, Zhang Yimou once again gave his own advice:

  "A good director needs to learn not only addition, but also how to do subtraction. If it's a TV series, you don't need to tell them, they will follow this idea. But movies can't."

   As he spoke, he sighed:

   "Oh... When did this kid start watching Yu Hua?"

  For some reason, when he said this, there was a feeling of regret.

   His eyes turned to Zhang Mo:

"His way of thinking is actually in line with my thoughts. Don't you always dislike Yu Hua's books? ... But now I suggest you to read it. Because Yu Hua and his way of thinking are the same, I don't know it's him I got inspiration from Yu Hua's book or whatever. But...suffering really shouldn't be sung."

   "...do you also want to make a simple romance movie?"

   "Simple?"

  Zhang Yimou shook his head:

"Innocence, in fact, sometimes is the ultimate. As a director, you have to have your own cognitive perspective on things. This is a sign of a director's maturity. You don't care what others think. Yes, now when many people mention that You will feel bitter, a tragedy, and a catastrophe when you are in an era. But there are shining existences in any era. Everyone is fishing in the river, but you have found a pearl. This is your ability. …don’t follow the crowd.”

  Looking at his daughter, he gave the second piece of advice for life counseling:

   "Don't follow the crowd, don't follow blindly. Use your own eyes, your own perspective, to observe the world."

   "..."

  For a while, Zhang Mo didn't know what to say.

   After a moment of silence, she asked:

"He did it?"

   No nomination or surname was mentioned, but Zhang Yimou knew who his daughter was talking about.

  So, he smiled and asked:

"What do you think?"

   "..."

  Zhang Mo was speechless.

   Zhang Yimou continued:

"Don't be unconvinced. There are such excellent talents in every industry. Maybe what they are born with is something that some people can hardly understand in a lifetime. But the same reason, everyone also has shining points. Learn from each other , walk out of the path that suits you, and that’s it. Comparing with others is tiring and unflattering.”

"…Um."

  Zhang Mo nodded.

  She knew that this was the third piece of advice from her father.

  …

   "Sister Mi."

   "Well, where's your Brother Xu?"

   "It's in the study."

  Zhang Jiao pointed to the study and lowered her voice:

   "Director Yu asked Brother Xu to give a speech at the opening ceremony, and he was holding back the manuscript. Just now, when Niuniu approached him, he scolded her and drove her away. I'm getting bored right now..."

   “…Commencement Speech?”

  Yang Mi was taken aback for a moment.

  But immediately there was a malicious taste on his face:

   "He agreed?"

  Zhang Jiao nodded:

"Um."

   "...hehehe~"

  Yang Mi suddenly let out a mischievous laugh, and tiptoed towards the study.

  The study room has two doors, which can lead to the house and the yard respectively.

  She approached the door leading out to the courtyard, glanced inside through the curtain, and saw Xu Xin who was scratching his head...

  After thinking about it, she pretended to be ignorant and fiddled with the door curtain, and walked into the study amidst a series of clattering noises.

"elder brother."

"Um…"

  Xu Xin, who had been staring at the blank WORD document for a long time in a daze, responded, but didn't look back.

   Didn't even ask where she was going.

   Obviously...

   Calvin.

   Very annoying.

   Can't ask for leave yet...

   Even faint toothache.

  Yang Mi didn't make a sound, she pretended to look at the books on the bookshelf in the study, and after sweeping the glass display case with antiques with a feather duster, she casually said:

   "Hey, Teacher Yu called me today."

   "Oh...huh?"

  Xu Xin, who had just agreed, realized that something was wrong, and turned to look at his wife with doubts in his eyes:

"what?"

   "Teacher Yu, you called me today. I asked if I was free to give a speech at the opening ceremony, but I refused."

"…ah?"

  Xu Xin was stunned, and subconsciously said:

   "Well...and then..."

"There's no more, I just refused. It's a pity for Teacher Yu, so I told Teacher Yu: I said my achievements are not worth mentioning, at least not comparable to my husband. Teacher Yu, you can't find anyone Look for me. I'm just a little actor..."

  While she was talking, she carefully watched the changes in Xu Xin's expression with her big smart eyes.

as expected…

   Following my own words, my brother's eyes began to change from "shocked" to "speechless" to "angry"...

   And just when he was angry, he took a look at his stomach...

hey-hey.

   Two death-free gold medals are packed in the stomach.

   Just ask if you are afraid!

  But it doesn't look like a crit yet.

  So, she said again with a bad heart:

   "Oh, I don't know which unlucky person this job should be in."

   "...Sun thief! Kill you! That unlucky guy is me! It's me, you know! I was carried by Teacher Yu to give a speech in the sky in a few days! Me! Me!! Your uncle!"

  Xu Xin broke the defense instantly.

   Looking at his appearance of hopping and cursing, Yang Mi finally couldn't hold back:

   "Hahahahaha..."

  Emoji management can no longer be maintained.

   "You are so funny... Hahahahaha... Hahahahaha..."

  She laughed and started covering her stomach.

   And when she covered her stomach, Xu Xin panicked:

   "Hey, don't be scary! ~ Don't be scary!"

   "Hahahahaha...ouch..."

  Yang Mi waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, then covered her stomach and laughed for a long time before looking up at Xu Xin who was speechless:

"I'm teasing you. I heard Jiaojiao talking about it when I entered the door, so I decided to tease you... I don't know you yet? You are thin-skinned and tenderer than a little girl. When you think of you facing a group of people When I gave a speech there, I wanted to pick my toes... oh, what are you going to do~"

   "What can I do!"

   Helplessly, Xu Xin shook his head and sat down in front of the computer again:

   "Hold the manuscript."

   "Do you have an idea?"

   "No... just now I was looking for a model essay on the Internet, and I wanted to copy it."

   "Don't. You are a celebrity, if someone finds out, you will be ruined, so don't dare to play like this."

"I know…"

  Looking at the blank WORD in front of him, Xu Xin sighed:

   "Ah...that's why I feel bad. I don't have a clue, I don't know how to write it."

   "That's your problem."

  Enough playing and making trouble, Yang Mi shook her head:

   "I can't help you. I haven't been good at writing since I was a child~"

  She showed a look of helplessness.

   "Anyway, there are still two weeks left for freshman military training. Don't worry, take your time."

"…Um."

  Knowing that he had to hand in his homework, but he just didn't want to write it, Xu Xin stood up from the computer desk again.

   Supporting Yang Mi to walk into the living room, she said:

   "Why did you go there just now?"

   "I went for a stroll. How is the script of "The Hawthorn Tree" going?"

   "I gave the idea out."

  Back to the living room, he said while stroking the dog:

"Several screenwriters have to do it... to give Jingqiu the meaning of suffering. I don't agree, I want to make a clean love story. I think people who came from that era, more or less, in their hearts, There will always be a shadow of someone who is under the rigid constraints, who may be beautiful, charming, or regrettable in his heart. I want to take this shadow, not to shoot it in the name of a love story. What a time of suffering. There is no need~"

   "Can I act?"

   "..."

  Xu Xin was speechless immediately:

"Let's not mention "The Grandmaster"... How much do you hate the script of "Broken Silence"? If "The Grandmaster" didn't choose you, can't you just follow me to shoot "Broken Silence"? Why are you still aiming at it?" The script?"

   "True?"

"Um."

   "The truth is that I know the story of "Violence" has depth. But I have a hunch that filming it will torture me to death. Really..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin frowned instantly:

   "I don't like it that much?...Then I change?"

"don't want."

  This elder sister showed a miser-like posture:

   "It's mine if I don't like it! Don't give it to others~"

  But right away she talked, but what she picked up was still her notebook.

   There is a series of extended materials about the role of "Gong Er" that she made herself.

  Including some hearsay old things of the Republic of China.

Again.

   Before she is ready, Xu Xin will not force her to shoot "Violence".

  She needs precipitation, and she needs it too.

  …

  September 1st, school starts.

  At the beginning of the new semester, Xu Xin, who hadn't produced a speech for the start of the semester in two days, yawned and walked out of the house, and immediately saw Zhang Jiao who was dressed up.

  Truth.

  Zhang Jiao is pretty.

   This must not be faked.

   And also dress up.

   Today's makeup, whether it's the white shirt, or the denim cropped pants and sneakers underneath, makes her look very "young".

   Full of student taste.

   "Brother Xu, good morning."

"Um."

  Xu Xin responded, looked her up and down, and nodded slightly:

   "It looks good."

   "...ha~"

  The compliment from Xu Xin made Zhang Jiao more or less relieved of the tension in her heart.

   After the two got into the car, they walked directly in the direction of the school.

  Inside the car.

"The two of us are classmates at school. Try not to expose our relationship. People in the off-the-job training class are generally older than normal students, and they are more mature. Maturity is easy to cause trouble, so even if you meet in school, Also pretend not to know, understand?"

  Hearing what Xu Xin said, Zhang Jiao nodded:

"I know."

  The place she went to was the training class of Beijing Film Academy.

   Or the School of Continuing Education.

  It was formerly known as an adult night school.

   There is also a hole for upgrading from a junior college.

  The school system is generally a full-time two-year off-duty program.

  And the actors here are not passed the college entrance examination, but signed up and participated in the recruitment examination. Every year, some non-art candidates or practitioners in the film and television industry feel that they are not capable enough... or they want to "affiliate" and sign up.

   Zhang Jiao's is the same.

   "Study hard, your classes should be quite intense. I also told Yang Mi that you just have to study hard."

"Uh-huh!"

   Seeing her swift promise, Xu Xin was still a little worried, and said:

   "Never forget your dreams."

   "Brother Xu, don't worry!"

  This time, Zhang Jiao's answer was decisive:

   "Never forget!"

  …

   This time, I didn't drive the car to the gate of Beiying, but came to the parking lot not far from here.

  Get out of the car, Xu Xin said:

   "Let's go separately."

"OK."

  Zhang Jiao was carrying a shoulder bag and a peaked cap to follow behind Xu Xin.

  But Xu Xin pointed to the front:

   "Go by yourself, I'll buy a cup of milk tea to drink."

"Um!"

   "Do you know where the classroom is?"

"Know."

"good."

   After waving her to leave, Xu Xin went directly to the milk tea shop next door.

   Ordered a glass of ice-cold Americano... He stayed up late last night.

  Mainly for compiling that speech.

  Because he hadn’t written it before, he himself felt a little false after writing all the big principles.

  I don't know why... He knew that the idea of ​​this manuscript must be "decent". But the more I write, the more empty I feel.

   is not empty either.

  How should I put it...just awkward.

   Very awkward.

  Listen to the students who have just entered the school, it is nothing more than some big principles.

  And those who have already started to contact the film crew and the film and television industry will feel that it is all fake.

  Xu Xin also felt that he was not good at writing this thing.

  No **** appeal.

  Listening to him moaning for five or six minutes is really a waste of time and life.

   So he felt very uncomfortable.

  But even if I feel uncomfortable, there is nothing I can do. The so-called speech at the opening ceremony is nothing more than these things. Why we should aspire to be a good actor and director. What for the people's art blah blah blah…

   This is the only way to come.

  The sequelae are tossing and turning insomnia in bed.

  Bitter, poor-quality coffee passed through his throat.

  He couldn't help but yawned again.

  By the time he reached the gate of the school where he could see Beiying, he had already seen many people standing on both sides of the road.

  Someone is handing out business cards.

   Not unusual.

  Those are scouts.

   Or scalpers are similar.

   Fooling those freshmen, what are they looking for newcomers, what big companies are directly under the scouts and the like.

   Send you a business card. When you see the so-called XX Entertainment Brokerage Company and believe it, what is waiting for you may be a trap.

   Of course, there are some people with real skills among them, but they are rare.

   Scalpers are kind of conscientious. After hooking up with you, they will at most introduce you to brokerage companies with stable business channels.

   Some scammers simply trick you into signing the contract, and what awaits you may be a small amount of liquidated damages...

  Although there are seniors and sisters who are responsible for receiving new students every year to warn newcomers of these things, those who come with utilitarianism will always have a few brains who are deceived.

   Lost his wife and lost his army.

   Putting on his hat and pulling on his mask, he walked into the school with his coffee in his hand.

   But I didn't expect him to be recognized by others before he took three steps to the school gate in disguise:

   "Director Xu!?"

  Xu Xin subconsciously turned his head...

   He caught sight of a group of people.

   Then these people surrounded him like flies seeing meat:

   "Director Xu, I'm a scout from Xingcan Entertainment Media. We have many artists here, both men and women. The pay is cheap, and their acting skills are all top-notch! Director Xu, is it convenient for you to leave your contact information?"

   "Director Xu, I have a few special actors here! The ones who can really kung fu, and they can kill their lives!"

  Xu Xinxin said, what do I want your actors to do with their lives?

   "Director Xu, here is my business card!"

   "Director Xu..."

   Seeing that Xu Xin was not in the right momentum, he rushed forward. Fortunately, when he reached the door, the group of people behind him were stopped by security guards.

   Entering the school gate under the banner of welcoming freshmen, Xu Xin turned his head to glance at those people, and shook his head speechlessly.

  It was obviously not so exaggerated when the school started in September last year.

  How did it become like this this year?

   Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard someone shouting in front of me:

   "Director Xu~"

  He looked up and was suddenly taken aback...

  Who is coming?

  Focus...Focus...

  What is the matter with Jiao?

  Yang Mi's classmate.

   It wasn't just her, there were also a few men and women who looked familiar to him but couldn't remember their names.

  There are seven or eight people in total.

   Just stood on the side of the road and stared at him.

  The group of people saw that he was looking this way, headed by the girl named Jiao, and several of them showed respectful expressions at the same time.

   "Director Xu, long time no see."

   "Hi, Director Xu."

   A series of greetings sounded.

  Xu Xin paused, and a polite smile appeared on his face:

   "It's you guys. Long time no see."

   As he said, he didn't mean to get close to the group of people, but continued to walk towards the teaching building while asking:

   "Didn't you all graduate? Why are you here?"

   When speaking, he maintained a neither fast nor slow speed.

   Didn't seem particularly anxious, but as long as others are not stupid, they can see that he has no intention of talking to big guys.

   After hearing this, the anxious girl at the head smiled and said:

   "Let's come back to see the teacher... Director Xu, how is Mimi?"

   "It's okay, I'm raising a baby at home, thank you for your concern."

   "Yeah, Director Xu...is Mimi free tonight? Let's have a meal together? After all, it's been a long time."

"this…"

  Xu Xin looked a little regretful and shook his head:

   "She is a month old, and she is very lazy. Let's go to another day."

   After directly rejecting these people, he quickened his pace:

   "I'm going to class first, see you later."

  Waving his hands politely and politely, he walked towards the teaching building amidst the sound of farewell.

  While walking, he took out his mobile phone and told Yang Mi about it.

  My sister replied quickly:

   "It's probably due to the frustration of the play. Be polite and be done."

   "Well, I'll just tell you, as long as you know about it."

"Know it."

   After replying, the person also walked to the teaching building.

  There is no class this morning, so just come and register.

  Following the notification from the director department report classroom, he walked to the third floor. As soon as he reached the third floor, he saw a few unfamiliar young men and women chatting with each other in the corridor.

  He didn't think much at first, but after those people saw him, they all subconsciously adjusted their appearance.

   Then neatly...

   "Director Xu, hello."

"Well…"

   Xu Xin paused.

   then nodded:

   "Hi there."

   With a polite sound, he skipped a few people and walked into the classroom without looking back.

   "Hi, Director Xu."

  Just entering the classroom, he heard this greeting again.

   Turning his head to look, he found that it was his classmate Zhou Xiaolin, who was looking at him with a somewhat polite smile.

   "...Well, good morning."

  Xu Xin responded with a smile and looked around the classroom.

   Finally walked to the corner by the window and sat down.

  Looking at the figures of those students outside the window, for no reason, he felt a feeling in his heart.

  It seems that I am becoming more and more incompatible with this place...or as a student.

   The third update, please don’t wait tonight, I just started writing at 11 pm, because some trivial things happened during the day, so the progress is completely behind. But I will finish it, and everyone can just get up and read it tomorrow morning.

  (end of this chapter)