My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 873 Ruixue
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There is an endless stream of snowflakes.

One by one, the flowers fell, which was very beautiful.

The glass window was foggy and covered with a layer of gauze, and with a sigh of relief, a piece of condensation was fainted, and the thick snow on the grass field could be seen clearly.

Duang!

The door was pulled open, a spring was tied to the door, and it bounced back in an instant, shaking off many snowflakes on the door frame.

The steaming heat in the room turned the white snowflakes into a puddle of water in an instant.

"The trousers are slippery... just wait for you."

"Feng Trousers, I think that big dog from Hong Kong Island has reported frequently recently, you are not a leader, are you?"

"Oh, shit, are you sinking into the sugar-coated cannonball of capitalism?"

A military overcoat with a pair of ear caps, and a woolen scarf with rough hair around the nose.

Feng Pants patted the snowflakes on his coat, loosened his neckerchief, and took off two cotton 'slaps' on his hands, very much like the image in "A Family in Northeast China", with a hint of chic in his wretchedness.

"Hey, how can I do it~~ The sugar-coated cannonballs of capitalism hit me, and the sugar skin is left behind, and the cannonballs will be sent back no matter what... It's not too snowy, the cotton nest under my feet is filled with soup... Ladies and gentlemen , today, I will punish myself with three cups."

The few people sitting around the copper pot showed contemptuous and playful smiles.

Liu Zhenyun, with long hair and high cheekbones and a mean look, raised her eyelids and glanced at Wang Min, who was not far away with a round face and a short cut.The other party leaned back on the chair with a pleasant expression on his face, with a cigarette in his hand, but unexpectedly, there was a hint of arrogance and arrogance in his eyes.

In addition to the hot pot, there are several small dishes in the capital, among which the most chopsticks are Qianlong cabbage.

"How about this Hong Kong Islander making a movie? The newspapers are full of praise... I thought Godard and Truffaut were here."

Ye. This grandson is really a fucking grandson. Daji raised his mustache, picked up a mouthful of meat, and chewed it along with the wine, "How is your level?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, another person surnamed Ye, Zheng Xiaolong, Wang Min, Liu Zhenyun, and Ma Wei, who looked like he had insufficient kidney water, all stopped their chopsticks and looked at Feng Pants curiously.

The latter raised his buck teeth, smiled, and praised: "The shooting level is really a fucking grandson!" Thumbs up.

He stood up, took the Erguotou, offered to refill the drinks for everyone, and even struck a match deliberately, and offered to light Wang Min's cigarette.

"Compared to those people in our country, I don't know how much better. However, the thing that makes me sigh the most is that this spends money and really increases our knowledge. The film is used one by one. It's really fucking useless. don't feel bad...

But it's really easy to do.Shooting is fast, but with professional talent every step of the way.Benefited a lot.This one also likes to write things... Both writing and drawing are very good! "

"It seems that this cross-river dragon from Hong Kong Island has two brushes..." Ye Jing, who had been in prison for half a year, brushed pieces of meat beside the copper pot with chopsticks.

"The higher-ups have named and praised this person, and it has been published in newspapers several times."

Zheng Xiaolong exhaled smoke rings, looked at Feng's trousers around Wang Min, and said seriously: "Xiao Gang, you usually have a little discernment, see if there is a chance. The center also wants to send someone to learn from it.

This is the real God of Wealth, with a little bit of leakage through his fingers, the center of the motherland is full of food.As far as I know, people are registered on it. "

"Tsk~ yo, registered...Old Zheng, do you want to pay the registration fee..."

Daji sneezed at the back of his teeth, and picked out a shred of meat with the tip of his tongue, and sneered.

"You are young and poor. This cultural and sports professional has strong contacts. He is not an ordinary capitalist. Does the Hu family know? Mr. Hu even handed over the note... Otherwise, you think that a compatriot from Hong Kong Island can easily Shoot a movie about women's volleyball?"

Zheng Xiaolong was not annoyed, but said bluntly: "I inquired, the other party's net worth in Hong Kong Island is also hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars, there are many listed companies, and a real cultural leader... This time I also want to match up. A good fortune..."

"It's easy to say, Brother Huihui, I'll save up some money to catch up with this capitalist." Ye Jing said with a smile, "It's hard to say that I like writing. The best writers in all of China are here..."

"It's a good idea." Liu Zhenyun said lightly, "Everyone can communicate with each other."

Wang Yan made a final decision, "Get in touch, and let's get to know each other. Since we are literary and art workers, there will be no problem if Mr. Liu is here.

Xiao Gang, if you don't write, you don't know how lucky you are.It is also because you are not a writer that I am telling you this secret.For those who write, Mr. Liu is like a mountain. You look at it right in front of your eyes. It doesn’t seem very high. Climbing up, you are so tired that you vomit blood, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain, and you raise your head again, Teacher Liu is still a mountain..."

He took a sip of wine, sighed, and continued: "Thanks to Mr. Liu's benevolence, he didn't block all the roads, and gave us writers a subject. Just two words: despair! Because Mr. Liu is here, I It is only then that I have a deeper understanding of 'despair'. It is a bold boast, so Mr. Liu may not be able to write 'despair' better than me."

"Hey~" Ma Wei was all dipped in sesame sauce, watching the fun with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Wang, are you finished?" Liu Zhenyun wiped her mouth slowly.

Wang Yan shook his head pessimistically, and emphasized again: "Despair!"

"Gangzi, no matter how good Liu's writing is, no matter how wise he is, no matter how high he is, it is the wisdom of human beings, and the height of human beings. In front of God, these are very small. Teacher Wang Yan is writing with God holding hands. The teacher is not you, Teacher Wang, but Teacher Wang is a literary master of the Office of God in Beijing."

Wang Yan couldn't help laughing at what he said, and the others laughed when they saw him deflated.

As for that Hong Kong director... Hey...

……

Shooting base.

Wang Xianxian was wrapped in a long black down jacket marked with the words 'Chinese Women's Volleyball'. With her long legs, she dragged Gao Lihong, who was also dressed in the same dress, outside with a childlike innocence.

I·T & Li Yan specially sponsored the uniforms, training uniforms and competition uniforms for the Asian Games, all free of charge.Some time ago, because of the order of the big boss, they specially asked foreign down jacket factories to help with OEM...

No way, neither I·T nor Li Yan have winter money for the time being... only temporary OEM.But next year will be fine, all seasons of the year, all sponsored.Tens of millions of real gold and silver were poured down, culture and sports outlets also relaxed restrictions on IT, and even promoted the cooperation of the Textile Association and several related units.

"Harper's Bazaar", "Contemporary Music", "Watching Movies" and "New Entertainment" magazines will be sold and distributed in the Mainland next year.

Wang Xianxian stands in the snow, with black hair and snowy muscles, and long legs, with snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly between the sky and the earth, holding the clean and pure white snow in her slender and white hands, with crystals on her eyelashes, piercing and radiant, with a pair of Her watery eyes were incomparably bright, her cheeks were rosy, and the lines on her lips were extraordinarily shiny.

"Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose Goose……"

Wang Xianxian put snow on Gao Lihong who was bending over to build a snowman, her invoices were messy, and she laughed with her hands on her hips.

"..."

Gao Lihong glanced at her sideways, turned her head and took out—a snowball hit back, and threw it after Wang Xianxian.

The two girls, Xu Qing and Jiang Wenli, who were making snowmen next to them, just smiled when they heard a "legs come—" Wang Xianxian, who was being chased and beaten by Gao Lihong, kicked his snowman away, and bent down silently for a moment Picking up snowballs...

Wang Xianxian ran happily in front alone, while behind her, several "women's volleyball" players chased and beat her.

Wu Xiaozu stood inside the house, smoking a cigarette.

Gong Li looked at the strict man in front of her with a pretty face. The filming during this period of time really made her feel the power of the pianist in Zaan again.

"Director Wu, are you going back to Hong Kong Island in a while?"

"?"

"I heard the staff talking about the Spring Festival holiday, and wondered if you are going to return to Hong Kong too..." Gong Li subconsciously brushed her hair, only to realize that she had cut it with an iron hammer.

"The Spring Festival holiday must be closed, at least until the tenth day before work can resume. After all, the staff on Hong Kong Island haven't returned home for two months. I'm not an unscrupulous capitalist..." Wu Xiaozu glanced at Gong Huang, "You celebrate the New Year Want to go home?"

"I~"

"how?"

"nothing……"

"Talk to me at any time if you have anything to do." Wu Xiaozu glanced at the other party, and when he heard Zhang Yimou shouting not far away, he turned and walked over.

Gong Li glanced at Wu Xiaozu, feeling very strange.

During the filming period, in fact, she focused more on the role, and the other party often came to the stage to "personally" guide her.

Of course, not only her, he will have strict requirements and guidance for everyone.

For Wu Xiaozu, she has complicated feelings.

Of course she knew the relationship between the other party and Aunt Lin.

but……

He glanced at Wang Xianxian who was being held down in the snow, and smiled knowingly.

The relationship between the two is also well known.

This feeling is very strange.

　The pain of the left big nail groove is as if someone has been running over my foot... It hurts so badly.I cut my feet yesterday...it still hurts...that's why I didn't write.It hurts a lot today... It hurts me, Kavin...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)