I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 48 048. "Blind Well"?

   During the two classes in the afternoon, Xu Xin didn't even lift his butt.

  After the class ended at 4:00 p.m., Qi Lei and Zhang Jianfan, the boss of a dormitory, helped him out of the school gate.

  Then...the long-lost dormitory group of four ate a 300 yuan three-juice stew pot in Huang Jihuang at the school gate.

   Then, Zhang Jianfan and the youngest Chu Guo told him to go back to the dormitory for one night.

  Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and there is no class, so the brothers can take care of him at least.

   But Xu Xin refused.

  He plans to go to see Teacher Yu tomorrow. If he leaves school, he has to drive home to pick up gifts, which is inconvenient.

  So, Qi Lei and Chu Guo helped him into the taxi again.

  After returning home, the taxi driver kindly helped him out of the car before leaving.

After returning home with difficulty, Xu Xin was sitting in the study, looking at this Spring Festival, when his father gave the gift, the other party didn't know if it was true or not, but there was half a table of antique calligraphy and paintings piled up... I canceled the need to hire a nanny impulse.

   No, I can't believe it.

   Then, he called Yu Zhen:

   "Hey, Teacher Yu, are you busy now?"

   "Well, I'm not busy, what's the matter?"

  Yu Zhen seemed to be with the child, and she could still hear the sound of fighting.

   Seeing this, Xu Xin also made a long story short:

   "Would it be okay for me to visit you tomorrow afternoon?... Go and have a meal."

   "Hahaha, do you have something to ask the teacher?"

  Hearing the hearty laughter of the other party, Xu Xin heaved a sigh of relief and nodded:

   "Well, I have a dilemma. I don't know who to turn to, so I can only turn to you, Teacher Yu."

   "Then come here, it happens that Xinxin wants to eat dumplings tomorrow, so let's make dumplings."

   "Hey, good. Then Teacher Yu... see you tomorrow."

   "Well, hang up."

  Hung up the phone, Xu Xin let out a long sigh of relief.

   I feel at ease in my heart.

   Then I turned on the laptop again... As a result, I was facing Word, my mind was still blank, and I sat there for almost an hour. Finally, I got up helplessly and walked to the storage room at home.

  Turn on the light.

  A wide range of gifts.

   There are all kinds of them.

  Giving this thing as a gift...is a science.

  What kind of relationship, what level to send what kind of things, Xu Xin also saw a lot with his father.

   After thinking about it, he dug out two bottles of Feitian Moutai in the storage room, and found a wooden box.

  In the wooden box are two pieces of Mouton in the millennium year.

   There is no need to refer to which red wine or Feitian is worth.

  As the saying goes, dumplings are like wine, the more you drink, the more delicious you are.

  The last time I was at the teacher's house, I saw that the wine cabinet the two of them were playing was a little empty, so it should be a good gift.

   Wiped the dust with a rag, carried the box with some difficulty and put it in the study, and walked directly towards the bedroom with hesitant steps.

  …

  Saturday, noon.

  Although the sequelae of excessive fitness are still continuing, at least my legs can walk today.

  He took out the beef and broccoli from the refrigerator and cooked them casually. After a meal, seeing that it was almost time, Xu Xin set off with a gift.

   Soon came to Yu Zhen's house, and after the other party opened the door, Xu Xin immediately handed over the wine:

   "Teacher Yu, here it is."

"ah?"

   Yu Zhen really didn't expect that a student like herself would bring a gift.

   Then after seeing the iconic Moutai packaging, I was even more speechless:

   "Why did you bring the gift here?"

   "You can't come empty-handed either. It's just for Shigong to taste."

  Xu Xin’s words are polite and thoughtful, but Yu Zhen still can’t laugh or cry:

   "How many times have I said, you are a student, don't bring the outside world to school..."

   "Isn't this your home?"

  Xu Xin shook his head, and forcibly put the wine on the dining table by the door:

   "You just accept it, don't you get it... next time I don't give it away, can't it be okay?"

   "You child..."

   Yu Zhen is really helpless, but she is not refusing.

   Instead, after placing all four wine boxes in the corner against the wall, he pointed to the aluminum basin on the table:

   "Can you roll the skin?"

"Won't…"

   "...then can you do it?"

   "Uh... no."

   "..."

   The corner of Yu Zhen's mouth twitched, completely helpless:

   "Then why are you here? Last time I heard you talk about your sour soup dumplings. You said it clearly and logically, but you don't know anything?"

   "Does this... know how to eat?"

  Xu Xin said cheerfully, but in exchange for Yu Zhen's increasingly speechless eyes:

   "Okay, then you can help me."

   "Um...just yourself?"

   "Yes, your teacher is on a business trip, and he just came back tonight. Xinxin went to a classmate's house in the morning, and your teacher will pick her up in the afternoon."

   "Oh~~ Then I'll wash my hands first."

"Um."

   Soon, Xu Xin, who had washed his hands clean, sat on the dining table and helped Yu Zhen pull out the dough.

   Yu Zhen said while skillfully rolling out the skin:

   "Do you need anything from me?"

"have."

   "Tell me, what's the matter? About "Not Drunk"?"

   "No, just..."

  Xu Xin hesitated for a moment before asking:

   "Teacher Yu, I have a story in my head, but I don't know how to write a script, what should I do?"

"Well…"

  Yu Zhen paused her rolling hand, turned her head to look at herself, a student who really looked like a little gem from the past, and asked in surprise:

   "You want to write a script?"

"right."

  Xu Xin nodded.

   "Still a short film?"

   "No, screenplay!"

   "..."

   This time, Yu Zhen was really surprised.

  This is only freshman year.

  You are still in the director department...

  Are you going to write your own movie script?

  She didn't feel that she was not capable enough as a student.

Because the script of "Not Drunk" is just a small vacation homework, but as the saying goes, you can see the whole leopard at a glance. Whether it is the layout or shooting in those rooms, I saw that the student himself did not mark it on the script, but After what has been shown, Yu Zhen also admitted that...he is qualified to write...and has the ability to write a good script.

  What the other party lacks is only theoretical knowledge and shooting experience that can support him on the road of directing.

  So, Yu Zhen doesn't think Xu Xin is not capable enough.

   Rather curious...

"what story?"

"...If I knew how to summarize this story with you, I would write it directly. To tell you the truth, Mr. Yu, this story... was told to me by my dad, just... what happened to my dad's friend. Then I had an inspiration, and I thought this story was good, and I wanted to shoot it. But I have this story in my mind, but I don’t know how to describe it, how to write it, how to tell you...

I can only tell you that this story happened in the Northwest, and then...a mine owner killed a sheep-herding boy and buried him, thinking that everything was safe, but the body of the sheep-herding boy was found again, and finally found This is the story, combined with some experiences I saw or heard when I was a child, I want to... write about those coal bosses in my hometown, and some of us who obtained the first land by coal mines. The story of the man with the pot of gold..."

   "..."

   Now, Yu Zhen's brows really frowned.

   After thinking about it, she asked:

   "The story of the Great Northwest? Or is it related to coal mines? ... Similar to "The Blind Shaft"?"

   "...blind well? Small coal mine?"

  Yu Zhen is talking about movies, but the name "Blind Well" to Xu Xin represents those small coal mines.

   What the two of them said was wrong.

  But Yu Zhen could see it...

   "Haven't you seen the movie?"

"…No ah."

   "Well, that's right, we didn't allow this movie to be released... EMMMM..."

   Yu Zhen thought for a while, put down the rolling pin in her hand, and said:

"It just so happens that I have this film. Let's see it first. The script you mentioned, to be honest, as a teacher personally, I can't give you much advice. You should also understand that the responsibility of the director is to be responsible for Telling stories, not creating stories. So in terms of script creation, the teacher's own level is also limited. But...you can wait for your master to come back after reading it."

  While speaking, she walked to the TV, opened the TV cabinet below, and pulled out several large boxes.

  The box is full of various domestic and foreign discs.

  She rummaged through and said:

   "You don't know what your teacher does, do you?"

"have no idea."

  Xu Xin shook his head, and Yu Zhen also dug out a disc and turned on her own VCD player.

"Your teacher is the editor of the publishing house, and he has dealt with many authors. One of the editor's jobs is to discuss the inspiration of book creation with the author, to summarize, and to review related issues...Of course, it is more about reminders , Sometimes he is urging those authors like a debt collector... How can these authors be so procrastinating? They are really lazy... Ahem, um... He is very good at helping authors find inspiration... Wait for him to come back, you can ask Ask him. The advice I can give you is too textbook, you know?"

   Following her words, Xu Xin's eyes lit up.

   But the TV in front of him was black.

  Then, a very familiar environment, a small coal mine construction site that looks... with a maximum output of several thousand tons a year, came into view.

  In an instant, Xu Xin's DNA was awakened.

   Haha, did you think I was going to write about a blind well? Come on, it's all been written badly, if it's an entertainment book, let's use "Blind Well" to blow up a wave...haha.

  (end of this chapter)