I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 352 350. The max-level boss abuses vegetables and kills chickens

"Is there anything going on tonight, Mimi?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

"Is there anyone taking care of you over there?"

"Yes, my dad, my sister-in-law, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law are all here."

"Okay, tell her that you'll be back late tonight. I've made an appointment with a few writers to talk about this book. You come with me~"

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Then Yu Hua..."

"..."

Zhang Yimou glared at him angrily:

"Do you think these writers are nothing like Xue Lihong? A bunch of them? Come whenever you ask them to come?"

"Hey, I'm just asking. It's okay, I'll just wait."

Xu Xin laughed dryly.

And just when Zhang Yimou looked helpless...

"Then when Yu Hua comes, you have to tell me in advance. I have to dress nicer..."

"..."

That is to say, I am getting older.

To be ten years younger, he had to let Xu Xin see why the flowers were so red.

However...Xu Xin obviously hasn't always been so naughty:

"How have you arranged the affairs of "Jinling Thirteen Hairpins"? By the way, isn't "Three Guns" scheduled to be released on December 10th? Even if we are busy from next month... what about your promotion period?"

"There's enough time. When the script comes out and the casting starts, I will use your name and the relationships with the people I have worked with before. First, look for it from places like Beijing Film Academy, China Theater Company, and Shanghai Theater Company. If I can’t find it, I’ll continue to sneak into the art school. I don’t have to go in person, they just bring me the one-minute audition video for me to watch.”

As he said this, Zhang Yimou seemed to be still uneasy and said:

"Remember, you asked me to help you."

"I see."

Xu Xin looked tacitly aware of it.

but……

"Then, the popularity of this film... is really big. What if it messes up..."

He smashed and smashed his mouth.

After hearing his words, Zhang Yimou also fell silent.

Because in the final analysis, I let Xiao Xu shoot this film.

Besides, the momentum is so big...

What if, if it really breaks...

He was about to say something.

Xu Xin scratched his head:

"But, logically speaking, there's no problem. When it comes to love photography... I'm a professional. I can handle even Jielun, so why should I be afraid of other people?"

…

"Ah sneeze!"

A famous singer who was drinking tea suddenly sneezed.

? ? ?

He rubbed his nose.

The weather is getting a little cold.

…

After dinner in the evening, around 7 o'clock, Zhang Mo took two fixed cameras from nowhere and set them up in the living room.

Xu Xin asked in confusion:

"Sister Mo, this is..."

"Record everything everyone talks about."

Zhang Mo said:

"I will think about it slowly when I look back. Then I can make a behind-the-scenes creative record."

"oh oh."

Xu Xin nodded.

Director Zhang’s old tradition.

Since cooperating with Zhang Weiping, it seems to have become an old tradition of New Picture Pictures that every film must have a documentary.

And now this tradition has fallen to Zhang Mo.

He leaned closer and looked at the table where the picture was focused.

I don’t know what Director Zhang meant or what Zhang Mo meant. The area where the camera was shooting was in the small hall near the garden on the first floor.

This small hall is not big, with a table and a few modern-style chairs that are somewhat incompatible with the surrounding environment.

From the camera, it looks like it was recorded in a three-bedroom apartment.

Xu Xin thought for a while and asked:

"Director Zhang will be here to receive guests later?"

"right."

"Well……"

Xu Xin didn't know what to say for a while.

Should I say careful?

Or the details?

He turned around and glanced at the living room of the villa, which would have looked particularly large if it appeared on the camera. He felt that he had learned something again.

When Zhang Yimou came down from the study, he also knew today's guest.

Four people came today, and one of them, Xu Xin, was very familiar.

Chen Qigang is one of the composers of the song "Starry Sky" played by Lang Lang at the Olympic Games.

Everyone got to know each other well during the Olympics.

Also as a member of the Director's Core Group.

No introduction is needed.

But the remaining three people made Xu Xin feel the old man's connections.

Ge Fei, Liu Zhenyun, Yan Lianke.

Yan Lianke in "Shouhuo".

Ge Fei in "Jiangnan Trilogy".

Liu Zhenyun in "Chicken Feathers on the Ground".

"Have you read all the books of these three people?"

Hearing Zhang Yimou's words, Xu Xin nodded:

"In addition to "Shouhuo", which I can't stand anymore, I've finished watching "Chicken Feathers", I've watched "Mountains and Rivers in Dreams" and "Spring Ends in Jiangnan" from the Jiangnan Trilogy, and I haven't watched "Peach Blossom" yet... Actually, I haven't watched it recently... The progress of reading is quite slow. On the one hand, I have my children and Yang Mi, and on the other hand, I am still writing my thesis. In addition, I have to be busy with movies, so I don’t read much.”

"Not in a hurry."

Zhang Yimou seemed very satisfied with Xu Xin's answer and said:

"You are still young. Read the book slowly."

"Um."

"When they come over in a while, just listen and I'll talk to them."

"OK."

So, after waiting for about half an hour, Xu Xin met these three outstanding contemporary writers who had won the Lu Xun Literature Award, Mao Dun Literature Award, and Lao She Literature Award.

In fact, to be honest, if Xu Xin were asked to rank his favorites among these three writers, the first one he likes most would be Ge Fei.

Because reading Gefei's novels always gives him a... leisurely and elegant temperament.

Unlike Yu Hua who likes short sentences and simple vocabulary. The gorgeous, accurate, and delicate structure between the lines of Ge Fei's books was very much in line with his taste.

And through reading, he can feel that the other party's writing habits should be similar to his own movie-making habits. They find a big framework from the heart, set the tone from beginning to end, and then organize each line in an orderly manner. Expand it to select the best cohesive structure, grab it and put it in the book.

His books are very elegant to read.

As for the one with the most average impression, it is Liu Zhenyun.

It’s not that while he is an excellent writer, he also has a business mind.

It's not that he has any kind of inextricable connection with the Beijing circle.

Just like what Xu Xin said to Wang Jinghua.

The literature and art of Yanjing made an indelible contribution to the entire era after the opening up of the Celestial Dynasty. At the same time...that kind of...slightly ironic ridicule, when Xu Xin lived in Yanjing, he had a deep understanding of the cultural heritage of this city. Finally, I always felt a sense of déjà vu.

He asked himself that he was not a very talkative person.

But he doesn’t talk much either.

There is no need to brag or brag among friends. In ordinary daily communication, he likes to get straight to the point. Even if he speaks in "mandarin", he likes to express his opinions in a simple way.

But Liu Zhenyun's sarcastic humor that amused the poor was somewhat unacceptable to him.

The book must be a good book.

But the style really didn't suit him.

After all, not everyone is called "Lao She".

Of course, then again.

One's own inadequacy cannot deny the excellence of others.

Liu Zhenyun's books will definitely be extremely enjoyable to read if you like that ironic style.

After all, some people like "Sherlock Holmes" when they read it, but some people prefer "First Close Encounter".

It’s just that the audience is different.

The four of them seemed to have made an appointment and came together.

Director Zhang was very familiar with them. After arriving at the house, few of them asked what the two cameras were for.

After arriving here, Chen Qigang didn't need any introductions and greeted Xu Xin with a smile. As for the other three people, Zhang Yimou pointed at Xu Xin and Zhang Mo:

"Let the two children listen too."

Xu Xin was not introduced.

But the words already indicate a relationship.

After Xu Xin politely called out "Hello, teacher", he glanced at the materials piled on the table, turned and walked under the coffee table in the living room, and took out two ashtrays.

Acted as an assistant.

Zhang Mo wanted to help, but Xu Xin waved his hand at her.

Then start boiling water next to it.

By the way, I rummaged through the tea cabinet and found a box of jasmine tea.

When you come to your home to discuss things, it is definitely not as elegant as in a teahouse, where tea art and tea ceremony are the same.

When talking at home, the emphasis is on speaking freely.

And if he is staring at other people's cups at this time, pouring tea when he sees the cup is empty, and boiling water when the tea is gone... then don't listen to what others are talking about about the script.

Just apply to be a servant.

Therefore, jasmine tea that is resistant to brewing and steeping is the first choice and is more in line with the taste of Yanjing people.

The water was boiling, a handful of jasmine tea was put into the glass pot, and a cup was taken out.

After everything was done, Zhang Yimou also finished greeting the four people.

Enter the first sentence of the topic:

"Have you finished reading the book? How do you feel?"

"so so."

Chen Qigang spoke first.

His opinion was echoed by three other people.

"It's really average."

These are Liu Zhenyun’s words.

"I think there are some problems with this novel."

These are Yan Lianke's words.

In the end, Ge Fei thought for a while and said:

"Actually, judging by the genre, it is indeed a novel. But from a literary point of view, I think this book itself has some problems. To give the simplest example, many of the words in it are Dong Yi Hammer Xi Yi Bang Chui comes like this. In some chapters, Jingqiu and Lao San have just parted ways, and the back leg is just one sentence to pass the time. For example: After Jingqiu returned to the city, she hadn’t seen Lao San for a long time... and then It immediately turned to the reunion with the third child..."

"It's very jumpy."

Liu Zhenyun answered:

"The overall story structure is too simple. And... I think it is a bit like... an online novel. As for "Jing Qiu", she is a person who is liked by all men who meet her. The third child likes her, and the child of Captain Zhang's family will read it. She also likes her. Her classmates like it... Men seem to be in heat anytime and anywhere when they see her."

Following his words, Yan Lianke also nodded:

"The story is thin on the one hand, and on the other... after reading a book over and over again, apart from the beginning and the ending, there must be something... Whether it is what the author wants to express, or something worthy of our thinking and reflection, at least there must be something Some of them can be remembered by us. But... after I read the whole book, I will not mention the plot. Just talking about the words, there are not many descriptions of those dialogues that are particularly weighty and worthy of my memory and thinking."

"It doesn't give us a very intuitive feeling."

After taking the cigarette from Xu Xin, Chen Qigang held it in his hand and continued to the frowning Zhang Yimou:

"It says in the book that Jingqiu is a heartthrob. But that's what it says. You have to give us some proof, right? If not, just say that men just want to take advantage of her. The relationship between Lao San and her is also... My feeling is that it doesn’t matter whether the third child dies or not. If he dies, it won’t affect anything. If he doesn’t die, it won’t matter to Jingqiu.

Because she has many suitors, and even some descriptions of lust... make me feel a little ridiculous. At that time, you didn’t even dare to touch a girl’s breasts. If you two were talking in the same room, the man would have to have one foot in the door and one foot outside... The limitations of this era, I can't see it in the book. "

"Not enough details."

Gefei made a summary.

"Because there are not enough details, the whole story gives me the same feeling as everyone else. It is thin and pale. Is Jingqiu a good girl? Not necessarily. Is the third child a good boy?...I don't feel it either. Even many people are nice to Jingqiu. I feel baffled by all the people... There must be girls that everyone loves.

But judging from the age, those outrageous things happened at the time when the hat was stuck on and could not be taken off... On the way here, a few of us were still chatting, who dared to get someone pregnant? Those will be paraded through the streets and beaten to death with sticks..."

"So, this story feels to me like it's structured in the cool structure of an online novel, but it's a little awkward, and it has to lead the story to that era, pursuing a kind of... humanistic color in the pale era. , but the level is not good enough, so the feeling of being together by force..."

You say something to me.

Facing Zhang Yimou, these four writers, who have achieved great success and are famous all over the world, expressed their opinions.

Zhang Yimou listened quietly.

He is not someone who cannot listen to other people's opinions.

And Xu Xin was also listening.

And I also admit that the level of appreciation of these people... including their language description ability is really not low.

Many of his ideas are basically the same as his.

Because if you put aside the main story of the novel "The Hawthorn Tree", no matter from the author's writing level to the story structure... it really looks like it was written by a layman.

Pretty average.

However, listening to the opinions of these writers, we can also find that most of the contradictions they target are about writing techniques and content.

But they all agree with the story.

It is essentially a romance novel.

Moreover, its story is also adapted from real people.

There aren't many flaws in the story.

After all, this is what really happened.

When Xu Xin met Amy for the first time, he also talked about the prototype of this story, the woman named "Xiong Yin".

Not to mention the quality of this woman's character, let's just say that some of the characters in the story were indeed added or used by Amy herself. The Xiong Yin in the prototype cannot be called a true "everyone loves her" yet. Three Mile Bay”.

Again.

Art, comes from life but is higher than life.

And when Director Zhang called people over, he was definitely not listening to criticism.

After naming the shortcomings, everyone started talking about what needs to be paid attention to.

And these people all thought that Director Zhang was responsible for filming the script...

It is precisely because of this... Xu Xin hasn't seen the others yet, so I don't know what their opinions are.

But the opinions of these four people are quite unified.

I feel that Director Zhang should not have made this film.

Because its structure is too simple.

Whether it's the story line or the literary nature.

Xu Xin listened to them talk a lot, and even Chen Qigang, who knew Director Zhang well, had the same opinion.

"Hawthorn Tree" is too simple.

There is no literary significance to be explored, and it is completely different from his previous works.

Regarding Director Zhang’s status...

No need.

Xu Xin observed the old man's expression... and found that he couldn't laugh or cry.

It’s like saying, “Why do the things I photograph have to have such profound meaning?”

For a moment, he felt a little confused.

Unconsciously, I was wondering...is Director Zhang being coerced by the market?

Because everyone always has expectations for him.

And the expectations are very, very high.

It's like a max-level boss who has a magical weapon but wants to go to Novice Village to abuse vegetables and kill chickens.

It's natural to play well.

But if you don't play well, it means you will be ruined.

Famous directors should make blockbusters as a matter of course. The box office of commercial films must crush all sentient beings, and the artistry of literary and artistic films must also surpass their own predecessors...or all director's works that are not as good as yours.

It seems that this is what the old man should do.

Thinking of this, Xu Xin's brows gradually wrinkled.

if.

Now it's me.

When the people around you and the environment are all expecting you to reach a higher level with every step, what will you do?

It’s hard to lose face while riding a tiger...

Highly anticipated movie fans...

When you face all this, how should you choose?

…

The four people chatted for nearly three hours, and the conversation ended.

From the initial "I don't recommend Director Zhang to shoot" to later "Since Director Zhang has decided to shoot, he needs to pay attention to the following points XXX"...

Don't tell me yet.

Everyone is literati, but Xu Xin didn't see him in this meeting.

On the contrary, I got a lot of inspiration.

After everyone left, Zhang Yimou didn't ask him what he thought. He just looked at the time and saw that it was almost 10 o'clock, and said:

"I will be looking for many people one after another in the next few days. Just wait for me to contact you."

"okay."

Xu Xin responded:

"Then I'm leaving too?"

"Well, let's go back and think about what we talked about today. We'll talk about it after we get the second version of the script back in a few days."

"OK."

With the advice, Xu Xin left the Shanshui Cultural Garden.

When we returned to the confinement center, it was already past ten-thirty.

He went up after smoking a cigarette down there.

The night wind made him feel a little cold.

At this time, the phone dinged.

Message from Yang Mi:

"Hurry up and come up immediately after you finish."

"...?"

He was stunned and subconsciously raised his head.

Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure at the window on the third floor.

Right by the window.

I just don’t know how long it took.

And looking at that action...she seems to be holding the child.

Seeing this, he simply put out the cigarette butts, took out mineral water, wet wipes, and a bottle of mouthwash from the car.

Wash your hands first, then rub your fingers with alcohol wipes to dilute the smell of smoke.

After finally spitting out the mouthwash, I took a few deep breaths, and after making sure I didn't smell of cigarette smoke, I walked directly into the confinement center.

When he opened the door, he saw his wife holding the child and looking at him at the bedroom door.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I just wanted to wait for you. I've been standing there for a long time~"

Yang Mi, who was wearing pajamas, said with a smile, and put the warmth in her arms into her father's arms.

But Xu Xin shook his head and refused because he had just come back from outside and was still a little cold.

Just asked:

"Where's our mother?"

"Already asleep."

Pouting towards the guest bedroom next door, Yang Mi whispered:

"My dad didn't come tonight."

"What are you doing?"

"I drank too much. My daughter won the Best Actress Award... so he found an excuse to call his relatives to go to dinner. He got very drunk and fell asleep at my uncle's house."

"What about my dad?"

"Both of you together..."

Um.

It seems that Comrade Daqiang has penetrated into the "enemy army".

As he spoke, he took off his coat and touched his T-shirt to make sure it wasn't cold before taking the little guy from her arms.

But in the final analysis, father and mother are still incomparable.

After arriving in Xu Xin's arms, the little guy immediately kicked his legs uneasily.

But as if he felt something, he became quiet again.

Xu Xin felt relieved and asked;

"Where's Yangyang?"

"I'm sleeping on the bed... By the way, I received a lot of calls today from people, including my classmates, saying they wanted to come to the confinement center to visit me. I refused them all."

Rubbing her sore arms, Yang Mi said:

"But it's not the case to refuse like this all the time. When I get the full moon wine for my confinement, let's set up a few more tables, right?"

"Stop it."

"Well, then you have to give me the list of guests who need to be invited into the box. I can see how to arrange it. My mother and I counted the people from my grandma's family and the people from my grandma's family today. Because my dad drank too much, I haven’t figured it out yet. But I’ve finished asking my dad’s side, and only about two tables of friends here in Yanjing are enough.”

"As for me..."

Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

"It's just people from the Olympics. If we invite them all, there will be at least fifteen tables. But it's not necessary, after all... we have nothing to do with them. And those who can sit in single rooms... are actually the core group people, two A private room or a large private room is enough, maybe three tables, that’s definitely enough.”

"Are the three tables on your side...counting your classmates?"

"Forget it."

"Okay...then I'll make arrangements later..."

"Well, then there are wedding preparations..."

"There's no hurry about this. You can wait until I get back in shape."

"Um."

The couple chatted for a while about these trivial matters in life, and Nuannuan fell asleep completely.

With some reluctance, Xu Xin put the child in the cradle.

After hurriedly rinsing, he snuggled into bed.

It's more or less half-hearted. Mainly...perhaps because of the delivery, my wife's hip bones are now open.

The whole body curve is really fascinating.

Especially the waist after the hip bones are opened.

It's not an exaggeration to really use Yingying to hold it.

Then there is the curve under the waist, although it is not so fat, but the lines are just right.

Xu Xin's mouth was dry when he saw it.

Unfortunately, you still have to endure it for a while.

In order to distract her attention, Xu Xin took the initiative to stop hugging her, and the couple lay on the bed and chatted.

All they talk about is the filial piety of the parents, the insiders and outsiders.

The topic ranged from the current situation of the classmates to Baozi and Lin Gou, nicknamed "Brother No." Then the two talked about Yang Ying's recent heated relationship with Huang Xiaoming.

Yang Ying's attention is indeed getting higher and higher.

After "The Voice" dominated Saturday prime time ratings, Yang Mi began to invest in her.

Now every issue she wears is a high-end dress worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Her good looks, coupled with her increasingly proficient hosting skills, made her a very beautiful sight in "The Voice", which is not known for its "beauties and handsome guys".

And Yang Mi's next plan is to push her into the fashion circle.

Because he is of mixed race, Yang Ying's facial features have been favored by many magazines as his fame has risen.

Don't worry about whether it's neat or not.

At least, her commercial value is being developed bit by bit.

"Huang Xiaoming is quite willing to spend resources on her... Two days ago, I just helped her find a movie resource in Xiangjiang. It's called "Happy Events in the Flower Fields 2010", and it's a Lunar New Year film. Sister Zeng helped her review the script, and I think it should be fine. Question. The pay is not bad. I will go filming after "The Voice" ends."

"..."

"Actually, this saves me a lot of worry."

"..."

In the dark room, Yang Mi talked to herself and continued:

"Juzi told me that she had to make at least six or seven phone calls to Huang Xiaoming almost every day, especially at night, which took a very long time. Then when I was cleaning the house two days ago, I occasionally saw the baby browsing a website for selling houses. ...I was just thinking, you said that if these two people really get together, we can actually be considered a blessing, right?"

"..."

"……elder brother?"

"..."

In the continued silence, she finally noticed something was wrong.

Turning around, he saw Xu Xin lying on the bed like a "corpse" with his back facing the sky.

All was quiet.

Fell asleep?

Tsk…

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It seems like we were chatting just a minute ago, right?

Why did you fall asleep so quickly?

Speechless, she shook her head slightly, leaned into her husband's arms, and closed her eyes.

The room fell completely silent.

But the thoughts in her mind were still diverging.

Think of Yang Ying in the east and Liu Yifei in the west.

The south thought about Gong Er, and the north thought about DOTA again.

In the end, after thinking about it for a long time, people became confused.

But just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard the sound of milky cries coming from the cradle, and she didn't know whether it was her son or her daughter.

I don’t know if I’m hungry or what.

But the problem is that she is half asleep and half awake at the moment, and her reaction is a bit slow.

But I immediately noticed the shaking of the mattress.

The husband, who was obviously asleep, immediately got up, came to the cradle, and picked up the crying child in a daze.

Then Yang Mi, who realized it later, was about to sit up when she heard her lover's gentle voice:

"Let me coax you to sleep well. If you can't do it, I'll give it to you."

"……Um."

Yang Mi responded, then took off her pajamas from her upper body.

This makes breastfeeding easier.

Even if he falls asleep, as long as he holds the child in his arms, the two little guys who have cultivated a tacit understanding will be able to find him.

She closed her eyes again, and muttered in the solid and reliable sense of security created by her lover:

"Husband, thank you for your hard work."

"Yeah, love you."

When she heard this, the corners of her mouth subconsciously curved into a crescent moon, and she was so confused that she didn't know anything.

He's there.

As long as he's here.

You don’t have to worry about anything.

This sense of solid security...

very nice.