My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1232

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Da Wu is in retreat! ! !
Hong Kong Island's literary and art circles, the rich and the slutty circles all knew the news.

For this reason, a certain Mrs. B, Qiuqiu, Hu Yinmeng and others specially came to have their hair done in advance, and they all earned back their whips.

As for how Mrs. B explained to Brother B?
Your wife has scars on her body, so what does it have to do with me, Mr. Wu?

Not taking the initiative, not refusing, not being responsible, and finally dealt with coldly... Wu Xiaozu is more familiar with this trick than anyone else. After all, this is the talent of the surname Wu, which belongs to the university.

Self-cultivation~~~
Lamma Island.

Under the continuous green hills are low-rise residential buildings, and the sea breeze blows, and the smell of the sea is slightly strong.It is only half an hour away from Central by boat, but it is far away from the bustling and back to nature.

In fact, there is a saying in Hong Kong Island: Hong Kong Island has no shortage of land!
Pretty much the truth.

However, it is true that many lands have been seized by real estate developers and have not been developed...

Otherwise, Chief Executive Dong would not have the courage to call out the 30 public housing plan in future generations.

It's a pity~
Chief Executive Dong’s hard work has come to naught. Both the information port and the public housing have become fertile soil for yesterday’s cucumbers. Hong Kong Island has also lost the opportunity to be selected in this great era, and young people have also lost their future. .

This is all for later.

Wu Xiaozu has never been a savior, and he doesn't have that skill and ability for the time being.

It's good to live well.

...

In a white low-rise residential building, the wooden door with peeling paint on the second floor was pushed open and hooked with an iron hook, extending out to a protruding balcony.

On the extended table of the balcony, there are several pots of wild flowers full of vitality with unknown names, and a few twisted and ugly cigarette butts in the gravel pots.

The outer wall has peeled off a little.

Show some green bricks and moss.

There is a picture nailed up next to it. Looking at the nails, it should be newly nailed. The picture is a picture of a maid, not too big or too small, about 60cm in length and width.

The painting style is very strange.

The topic is even more strange.

It is definitely not the elegant and colorful maid in the traditional Chinese painting style, but a nude 'maid' with round and solitary lines and snake curves. It is not Western body art, but a single-line flat painting style. It has oriental rhyme and rhythm.

Quite pure.

啐~
Seagulls stood on the balcony wall, pecking at the small biscuits, bread crumbs and the like scattered on it.

In the distance, the shrill and bright seagull calls can only be mixed with the rustling of paper.

After eating the crumbs, the lone seagull jumped up and flew away.

At this moment, a hand was stretched out from the side, and the slender index finger flicked the cigarette ash in the cartridge.

There are not many redundant furnishings on the balcony.

A white wooden table, an old chair, a pen holder and paper, a tea bowl, and a plate of seasonal fruit are placed on the table.

On the chair, the man was shirtless with a bronze-colored upper body, and his lower body was extremely indecently wearing a pair of boxers, with flip-flops on his feet.

Flip the manuscript in hand.

Lin Fengmian's painting collection.

**Picture book.

It roughly belongs to the variable diameter of the portrait of a lady.

However, his paintings have always been controversial, and many people will frown at his style.

Chinese painting?Western painting?
It is quite aesthetically pleasing to use Western learning. Although he was criticized for this breakthrough back then. At that time, many people thought that his new style of painting was not in line with artistic aesthetics, which made him miserable. But it is indeed a good inspiration for latecomers like Wu Xiaozu. .

Wu Xiaozu has recently picked up a pen and is also painting-**.

So I specially asked people to buy a few paintings by Lin Fengmian at the auction house to appreciate. They are not expensive, hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

He quite likes Mr. Lin's style of painting.This is a lot of inspiration for his film style.

It is said that Mr. Lin Fengmian has always kept a low profile, and Wu Xiaozu did not bother him personally. He just sent someone to visit and came back to tell him that Lin Fengmian died of illness at the age of 91.

Once upon a time, there were actually quite a few literati and painters living in Hong Kong, but they just ran around.

Lin Fengmian passed away, Wu Xiaozu was quite surprised and expected.

Some time ago, tabloids reported that he was ill and had been in and out of hospitals on Hong Kong Island many times.

After all, people can't live up to their lives.

During this time, Wu Xiaozu also thought a lot.Perhaps life is a script, predestined...

For example, he didn't want to touch Mrs. B at first, but in the end he decided to follow his fate... who could say otherwise.

Mainly, during this period, Wu Xiaozu discovered a problem.

He was floating in the air and seemed unable to get down.

With the acquisition of Nanhua, more and more people came to "play the autumn wind". Not to mention, he himself fell into such a vicious circle, and countless people came to deal with him.

What he was thinking in the box at that time has been lingering in his mind for the past few days: it seems that he has lost the love and essence of life.

He can no longer shoot the works of the previous two years.

It's not that he is outdated, but that his desire for creation has reached a bottleneck after his wealth has expanded.

Self-defeating martial arts!

Thinking about it now, Mouzi is his role model in this regard.

He originally thought that with decades of experience, he would have sufficient confidence when facing life and creation.But he overlooked one point, after all, he is a person, not a machine.

He does have countless directions to work hard, but he lacks aggressiveness.

It's like a novelist who doesn't study novels and stocks... Money can indeed lax one's body and pollute one's mind.

He never underestimated himself.

He is indeed suppressing the swelling in his heart and maintaining his passion for creation - but people are lazy creatures after all, this is instinct... especially when he has many things at his fingertips.

Of course, the director will definitely have different changes in each period, and you can understand it as his perception of life.

However, Wu Xiaozu knew that the current self is not love.

Coupled with human affection and courtesy, he fell into a kind of social quagmire. When he fell into it, he didn't know if he would also fall into the kind of brother Kai of the later generations who would sit on the credit book and participate in variety shows...

Perhaps, people will eventually become the kind of people they hate.

Maybe.

However, he still hopes that this time can slow down.Otherwise, if he went to Hollywood with this kind of mind, he might not be able to accomplish anything in the end...

Therefore, he resolutely 'retired'.

"had lunch."

Wearing a small black camisole, Zhou Yu, with fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and a shawl with black hair, came up with paella on his legs, and a glass of white wine and fruit juice poured on the tray.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely roar: What the hell do you call this retreat? ? ?
Then he can be locked up for a lifetime!

Facts have proved that Wu Xiaozu did not want to endure hardship in retreat.He's not a masochist...

He just took the opportunity to take his soul to the island to bask in the sun, extract his spirit, and lay it on a chair, that's all.

As for the body?
It's just a skin.

unimportant.

Besides, it has been said that he is keen on painting ** recently, so he must have a model by his side, otherwise painting will be lonely?

It's all for the sake of art, Director Wu really never forgets to spur...

Waiting for Zhou Yunv to put the rice away, then stretched out her hand to pull herself up.

Only then did Wu Xiaozu put down the album.

Compared with others, Zhou Huimin is not only a good model, she is also a "painting friend" who can discuss with Wu Xiaozu. Her watercolor paintings are very professional, and her painters are solid and accomplished.

Although the structure is slightly lacking, for an amateur, she has the level of a student of the Academy of Fine Arts... It can be regarded as a half-professional, at least she can submit paintings to galleries, and there are basically people who can buy them.

Of course, this is much stronger than many "goddesses of literature and art" in later generations.

Recently, Wu Xiaozu's diet and daily life are all taken care of by her.

She is also happy.

He even brought his own cat to the island and enjoyed the comfort.

A few days ago, when Xiaoxian came to the island, she also wisely avoided it early.

The former released a compilation album with the stars, and needed to go to Southeast Asia to promote it and raise money for charity.Then there is "Swordsman 2" to be filmed, and the cooperating partner is naturally Auntie Lin...

As for why these two are getting closer and closer, Wu Xiaozu dare not say more~~ There is also a tacit understanding between them now——

"Slower."

Zhou Huimin looked at him with his chin in his hands, and delivered the juice to his mouth in a timely manner.

"I want to wash my feet." After eating and drinking, Wu Xiaozu thought about going out.

"I bought the medicine pack when I went to fetch water." Zhou Huimin cleaned up the dishes and satisfied Wu Xiaozu's request without hesitation.

She was content to be by his side. . . .In particular, I am very happy to be useful to him.

Watching Zhou Huimin bent over and busy.

Wu Xiaozu smiled slightly.

"After soaking my feet, cut my nails..."

After speaking, he continued to sit back, drinking tea while blowing the wind, while watching the fishing boats not far away.

Lamma Island, Lantau Island, including Peng Chau, are good places for Hong Kong Islanders to relax on weekends, and even many white-collar workers who are tired of urban life will choose to stay here for a few days.

Wu Xiaozu was lying on the chair, flipping through the picture album in his hand.

Even Zhou Huimin, who was sitting on a small stool, held his soaked feet and carefully trimmed his nails.

In terms of nail cutting, Zhou Huimin ranks among the top three nail-cutting women, and recently practiced foot massage techniques, which barely ranks first.

From time to time, she would tease him with her toes, but she wasn't really annoyed, she just pouted and looked at him innocently.

Seeing her like this, Wu Xiaozu especially wanted to bully her.

Putting down the album, he turned his head and looked downstairs.

I saw a few people walking towards me carrying fruit baskets and gift boxes.

Subconsciously frowned.

His so-called retreat is not isolation from the world, after all, isolation on Hong Kong Island is just a joke.

But since it is publicized to the outside world, it is natural that I don't want anyone to disturb it easily.

Therefore, many people don't even know that he lives on Lamma Island.

I thought he went to North America.

Or mainland.

The little pig docilely fell into Wu Xiaozu's arms, stretched out the cat's head, and looked at the movement below with its erect pupils.

Finding that it was a stranger, it jumped on the wall—to the seagulls that came again for food.

I fell off the balcony several times.

Fortunately, the eaves are not high.

Did not fall to death.

"Come down, little pig." Zhou Huimin didn't worry about it continuing to die.

Aim~~~~
Several people downstairs stopped, hesitating whether to knock on the door or not.But when he heard the cat meowing, he hesitated and knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)