The president is committing suicide

In Master Hong Meiyu's studio, Ding Jiaying met an acquaintance.

"Director Xin, hello. What a coincidence."

Master Hong Meiyu was overjoyed: "You actually know each other. That's great. Just now I thought I had agreed to your visit today, but I haven't seen Xin An for a long time, and she can't make it. I'm in a dilemma. Now is a good time for us to sit down and chat together."

Xin An elegantly invited Ding Jiaying to take a seat, like a half-host: "Aying, come and sit down."

It was the first time that Ding Jiaying heard her call her so intimately, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Master Hong Meiyu was a man of character. He clapped his hands and said, "So you two are so close. I don't need to introduce you two. We are all friends. Sit down and have some tea."

"Okay, thank you." Ding Jiaying sat down obediently.

"What are you thanking me for? Xin An's friends are my friends. There's no need to be so formal." Master Hong Meiyu poured the tea herself. "If Xin An hadn't asked to shoot this film, I would never let anyone into my studio, nor would I accept any interviews."

Ding Jiaying held the tea and took a sip, only to feel the fragrance fill her cheeks: "Good tea."

"This was sent to me by my apprentice in Fujian. I don't know much about tea, but I thought it tasted good, so I kept it. You can take some away later, and I'll ask her to send it back later." Master Hong Meiyu poured another cup for Xin An.

"You are so rude. It's good enough that your apprentice can give you this. This tea is expensive."

The age difference between the two people is probably about 20 to 30 years, but Xin An is not at all reserved when speaking as if he is talking to an elder, and they are actually close friends regardless of age.

"I don't care. I didn't treat her badly back then." Master Hong Meiyu was like a child.

Ding Jiaying did not forget that she came here with the mission of interviewing.

"Then why don't you want to be interviewed?"

Master Hong Meiyu looked at Xin An and smiled helplessly: "I have been in this industry for so many years and have been interviewed too many times, by both provincial and national media. However, I discovered a problem after getting to know more. Many people don't understand this industry at all, and they don't do their homework before coming here. They are not professional or serious. Also, what I said was different from what was published later."

"Out of context?"

"That's fine, but there are also some that are completely opposite to what I said. Some of them are not my thoughts at all, but they are also written down. It's very helpless."

"Making up a story?"

"How should I put it? It means that they write about my feelings and cultural connotations as they imagine."

Ding Jiaying often saw those masters in magazines and media, and they all seemed to have deep literary and artistic foundation and a very high level of attainment.

"I listen to them bragging. I don't deny that some people are very educated, but jade carving masters of my generation all entered the industry when they were teenagers. For example, I was selected to be an apprentice in a jade factory after graduating from elementary school. I really didn't have much education. After that, I kept carving jade by looking at picture albums, first imitating, and then creating. To achieve success, you need hard work and talent."

“But the traditional themes you create are all very rich and profound in their humanistic connotations.” Ding Jiaying was a little puzzled.

Hong Meiyu took a sip of tea and shook her head: "It's hard to talk about it. It's hard to talk about it. You have to produce works first, become famous and get promoted, then you have time to think about literature. We can carve these because we have been in contact with this thing for decades, studying lines and how to arrange them beautifully. There are thousands of years of experience here, and there are literati paintings from hundreds of years ago. We imitate into a habit, and the habit becomes natural. It is the accumulation of technology and time. You are like me, I am a rough man, I don't even know how to drink tea, I study in the studio all day, how can I have any feelings."

Seeing me in a daze, Xin An called out to Hong Meiyu, "Stop talking. I have nothing to drink for tea. Where are your dried sweet potatoes and fried peanuts? Hand them over quickly. They are from Beiliu, right?"

Hong Meiyu ran to look through a small cabinet with a smile: "You are the only one who knows how to eat. You are thinking about my treasure. Just wait."

She was as happy as a child that her things were liked.

Ding Jiaying really likes this master's temperament.

"The master doesn't seem like someone who would like the quietness of Dahui Temple."

Xin An did not comment: "If you love life and your career and have no other desires, you are wiser than those who practice cultivation."

Xin An knows the master better than he thought, and Ding Jiaying didn't need to do any early character background research for the film.

Walking out of Master Hong Meiyu's studio and onto the winding path of Dahui Temple, the leaves that had been dried up by the wind were spread all along the way, and they felt crispy when you stepped on them.

Ding Jiaying actually still had a doubt. Uncle Daping said that the pair of rings were made by Master Hong Meiyu, but she didn't pay much attention to the rings on her hands today.

Xin An seemed to see through it: "Your ring is very beautiful. I have one too. Both are carved by masters. But her career pursuit is still Shanzi carving. Making jewelry is her hobby."

"But Uncle Daping said that Teacher Hong Meiyu is good at small pieces."

"Yes, winning a small award is one thing. What she cares about is the award for the mountain sculpture. What you are good at and what you want to pursue seem to be two different things."

Ding Jiaying seemed to understand a little: "She is really a special person."

"You too." Xin An said.

Ding Jiaying is not familiar with her, why does she always feel like she knows her very well?

Xin An didn't give her much time to wonder, and drove away in his red sports car very cleanly and neatly.

She said see you next time.

Ding Jiaying felt like her eyes had been broadened today. The master who was famous for his jade carving in the jewelry industry did not care about his own works, and the famous director who looked as calm as a chrysanthemum liked the cool and popular supercars.

I seem to be too mediocre here.

When Ding Jiaying returned home in the evening and talked about her experience that day, she felt it was magical.

Shen Cong listened calmly and concentrated on peeling oranges for her.

"Do you know Master Hong Meiyu?" Ding Jiaying asked.

"I don't know." Shen Cong peeled the orange in his hand one by one.

Ding Jiaying stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him: "Have you ever seen a ring like this before?"

"no, what happened?"

He lied.

He clearly had it, and it was even hanging on his chest.

Someone like him couldn't possibly have a lot of jewelry, so rings and necklaces were definitely rare.

With limited possession, how could one not remember?

Especially someone like him who can remember the headlines on the front page of newspapers in a certain year and month.

"Have you ever participated in the Information Olympiad? I think it's called this, a national-level one." Ding Jiaying took the orange peel.

Shen Cong wiped his hands with a piece of paper and lowered his eyebrows: "I don't remember, it seems so. I was caught as a substitute."

Ding Jiaying's heart sank, as if she didn't remember. All the negative words were meant to say that she didn't remember the situation at that time.

But he clearly knew the detail that he was a substitute.