My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 764 The Lover

Chapter 764 The Lover
PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket.

I'm already old.

One day, in the lobby of a public place, a man approached me.

He offered to introduce himself.

He said to me: 'I know you and I will always remember you.At that time, you were young, everyone said you were beautiful, now, I came here to tell you, for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young, when you were a young woman, with you I love your battered face now more than the face you had then. '
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"The Lover" by Marguerite Duras.

A work that won the French Goncourt Literary Prize as soon as it was published is equivalent to the status of the Akutagawa Prize and Naoki Prize in Japan, and the Mao Dun Literary Prize in the Mainland.Even, in terms of pure gold content, it should be second only to the Nobel Prize in literature in the literary world, and can be compared with the Pulitzer Prize.

This is a work with a very high starting point once it comes out.

On the banks of the Seine, on the benches under the stone bridge, you can see the Eiffel Tower not far away.

The weather in Paris is hot and humid.

In the river, there are all kinds of garbage bags floating, and pet feces and cigarette butts can be seen everywhere on the ground.

Wu Xiaozu was sitting on a bench with half a cigarette in his mouth, his long legs folded, and Mr. Wang Daoqian's translation——"The Lover" in his hand, and there was the opening sentence just now: "At that time you were a young woman , compared to your face at that time, I love your ravaged face now more."

With a knowing smile, compared to the literal translation of the original text, Mr. Wang's translation is really elegant.

Marguerite Duras's original text is crisp and concise, with short sentences and a sense of sharpness. Compared with the French, Mr. Wang's translation is obviously more lingering and has a more aftertaste in reading.

Wu Xiaozu had learned simple French with Adjani before, but it was not enough to read a literary work.

So he chose the translation. o(╯□╰)o!

This "Lover" published by Shanghai Magic City Publishing House has great influence in the mainland. Petty bourgeoisie and literary young women have a copy. Later generations are also one of the love books that young literary and artistic youth must read: I often recommend it to spare tires and tell them, There is a kind of love called letting go!

Of course, the international influence of this book is also very large. As a work after the Love and Peace Anti-War Movement, the content of this book has changed Marguerite Duras's original obscure and masculine thinking inertia. ,

In terms of literary writing, generally speaking, male writers focus on thinking and introspection, while female writers focus more on feeling and expression.Marguerite Duras is a special case, but this book is just like the sentence she wrote: love, to me, is not a meal or a vegetable; it is not a skin relationship; it is a heroic dream in ordinary life; A desire to live forever...

desire?

Although, she has been emphasizing lust and seems to be avoiding love.

but--

What Wu Xiaozu read is that in the moment when he looks back suddenly, the moment when light and shadow intersect, love has come quietly; but is this love a chance encounter, or a deliberate encounter after countless times?

The Chinese men in the books are cowardly and weak.

However, Wu Xiaozu still remembers Liang Jiahui's wonderful performance. Facts have proved that Liang Xiaokou's buttocks are no worse than those of Westerners (broken sound!)

cough cough.

Wu Xiaozu is very interested in this drama.

More than a knighthood.

The biggest medal of the knight, doesn't every horse have its own shape?
Close the book.

Wu Xiaozu stretched his body, and a young and strong curly-haired guy came over and offered to help him with the coat he put on next to him, "Sir, your coat."

Living in a foreign country, Wu Xiaozu was a little flattered to receive such courteous reception, and he quickly thanked him.

Has my neighbor Wu's fame spread to France? ?

even if……

It should also be the same hatred, right?
After all, they spit out their goddess Ajani.

The curly-haired boy smiled politely at Wu Xiaozu, stretched out his hand, and said, "Please give me one franc, thank you."

WTF? ? ?

Wu Xiaozu looked up and down the young, strong, well-dressed and well-mannered curly-haired baboon, and said in unproficient French: "Are you a beggar?"

"Yes, sir." The curly-haired baboon stretched out his hand with a smile, looking very decent and natural.

"Why don't you just find a job?" Wu Xiaozu took out 5 francs and handed it to the other party, probably because of Wu Xiaozu's relatively generous face, and the other party was also very happy to talk to him, "I like the feeling of freedom, I don't like being restrained .”

"But wouldn't it be more embarrassing to accept alms from others? I mean meeting difficult customers?" Wu Xiaozu used the word 'guest' to express.

"Of course, not every guest is as generous as you. Therefore, it is very important to choose a charity recipient. However, even if I meet them, I respect their stinginess..." The curly-haired baboon shrugged and handed over Give Wu Xiaozu a bottle of water.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, two francs."

"..."

Wu Xiaozu pointed to the 5 francs in his hand with an angry smile, "I have already paid, haven't I?"

"No, this is your charity, not ours." The curly-haired baboon shook his head in denial.

"I'm not thirsty. Thanks."

Glancing at Wu Xiaozu, the curly-haired baboon shrugged and took back the water bottle. Before turning around and leaving, he politely bowed to the other party and said softly, "Thank you for your generosity, and good afternoon."

"I also wish you can sell that bottle of water." Wu Xiaozu smiled, "Good afternoon."

A very interesting curly-haired baboon.

Throwing the extinguished cigarette butts into the Seine River... He has always been wondering, what is the spring water on the banks of the Seine River if his sister's legs are not legs...Look at the dirty river water.

Tui took a mouthful of phlegm.

Walking on the uneven streets, surrounded by all kinds of tourists.Paris is considered to be the most complicated city in Europe. At this time, many people from Eastern Europe, North Africa and the Middle East have come here.

Wu Xiaozu knew that this place would become more and more chaotic in the future.Until Liam Neeson's daughter was taken captive...

The film copyright of "The Lover" has been sold by Marguerite Duras to Claude Berry, a giant producer who can be called the godfather in the French film industry.

He is undisputedly the most authoritative and powerful producer in the French film industry. To put it this way, he is equivalent to Hollywood's Jerry Bruckheimer in France.

Compared with him, the later Luc Besson was at best a junior.

On the side of the street, an ordinary Renault car was parked beside it, and the woman with dark glasses and loose hair sitting in the driver's seat whistled towards Wu Xiaozu who was lazily dangling by the bridge with a book.

Obviously, this is Adjani.

"How do you feel about Paris? Have you visited the buildings and features here?"

"If shit is considered a feature..." Wu Xiaozu laughed.

Ajani couldn't help laughing, teasingly said: "If you like it." As she spoke, she stretched out her head, and gave Wu Xiaozu a famous French wet kiss on the street.

Behind is the Eiffel Tower.

It's hard not to remind Wu Xiaozu of the Eiffel Tower flip, flip, and flip kiss!

"Mr. Cloudberry has made a reservation and invites you to dinner."

Adjani hooked her lips with her tongue, raised her wrist, and smiled charmingly: "I think I have more time now..."

(End of this chapter)

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