Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 50 Someone misses you

In the lobby of the Jinling Hotel, Zhang Yimou was sitting on the sofa with a suitcase standing in front of him.

The activities in Jinling this time have ended. They are going back to Yanjing tonight. Gong Li and the staff are still packing their luggage in the guest room.

In addition to the sofa seats for people to rest in the hall, there is also a shelf with some newspapers and magazines on it.

Idle is also idle, Zhang Yimou got up and walked to the shelf, wanting to find a newspaper to pass the time.

After the person came to the front, they saw several "Zhongshan" magazines placed together at a glance.

He suddenly remembered what Su Tong said before, and picked up the November issue of "Zhongshan".

"Hey, what's the name of the novel he wrote?" Zhang Yimou thought for a while, but he didn't remember the name of the novel written by Yu Dong, and then patted his head again, "Looking for the author's name, you should be able to find it."

Soon he found Yu Dong's name in the catalog, looked at the title of the book in front, and muttered to himself, "By the way, it's called Butian."

Turning to the position of "Mending the Sky" facing the page number, Zhang Yimou refilled a cup of tea, and then slowly sat down on the sofa.

The hot tea swayed in the cup for a while, forming a circle of water marks. Slowly, the water marks became thinner and lighter, and finally became calm.

The lights on the top of the hall are reflected in the tea cups, because the steaming heat looks a little blurry. As time goes by, the heat slowly dissipates, and the lights gradually become clear in the cups.

Afterwards, the tea began to cool, and a film formed on the water, causing the light to blur again.

It was never picked up by anyone until it was completely cool.

When Zhang Yimou finished watching "Mending the Sky", he felt a little dry in his mouth, so he subconsciously went to hold the cup and took a sip before realizing that the tea was cold.

"The tea is cold, I'll have someone pour you another cup."

Gong Li's voice sounded next to her, and she was already sitting next to Zhang Yimou.

Zhang Yimou saw Gong Li, shook his head with a smile, and drank the herbal tea in one gulp.

After drinking the tea, Zhang Yimou wiped his mouth and praised, "Good tea."

Gong Li smiled and said, "The water is cold, and the tea leaves are yellow, so the tea is still good."

Zhang Yimou raised the "Zhongshan" magazine in his hand, "The real good is here, Su Tong didn't lie to me, his junior brother is indeed very good. I may not know much about literature, but his ability to write stories. It's really amazing, the pace is fast like watching the news, but the sense of picture is stronger than the news."

Gong Li raised her eyebrows, "The one you said was written by the Yu Dong you saw last night?"

"The name is right, it should be him." Zhang Yimou nodded, and then said with some shame, "I'm still clumsy, I underestimated him last night, and only regarded him as a young boy who just graduated from college."

"But didn't you say that Su Tong became famous when he was in his early 20s, and you recommended me to read his "Escape in 1934"?" Gong Li looked at Zhang Yimou and said, "Since Su Tong can write a good book at such a young age. Works, why can’t Yu Dong do this?”

Although Gong Li said that, it was actually an afterthought.

She didn't have a bad impression of Dong last night, but she didn't expect him to be associated with the writer.She hasn't read Yu Dong's novels yet, but since Zhang Yimou said yes, it must be good. She believes in Zhang Yimou's aesthetics and taste.

After listening to Gong Li's words, Zhang Yimou nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, there is a living example in front of me, my vision is still so limited, it really shouldn't be. Next time, let's come over here specially. Come and invite them to have a meal together."

Gong Li blinked curiously: "Are you interested in Dong's novel, do you have any idea of ​​making it into a movie?"

Zhang Yimou shook his head, "I'm really interested, but filming... I'm afraid it won't work."

"Why, isn't it suitable for making a movie?"

"No, it's just that many of the scenes are very big, and I didn't have any ideas when I watched them. If these scenes can't be realized, the effect will not be presented, so it's better not to shoot. Of course, this problem is not just that I can't solve it, but The current technology is difficult to achieve, maybe there is hope in a few years.”

There was some regret in Zhang Yimou's tone, the story was a good one, and it was next to the myth and appeared in "Zhongshan" again.Commercially, there are a lot of engaging elements to the story, and it's well-paced.In art, the works are full of humanistic care.

Besides, there are no such films at home and abroad, which are very experimental.

He said that he would make another appointment with Su Tong and Yu Dong. On the one hand, he wanted to get to know these two writers more deeply.On the other hand, although he wasn't abrupt last night, he still felt that he didn't pay enough attention in his heart, so he still had a mentality of making up for it.

"Oh, that's right." Zhang Yimou looked at Gong Li, "You said "The Escape of 1934", but I remembered it. Have you finished reading this book?"

Gong Li brushed her hair around her ear and looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, "I read some, but I can't read it too much. I feel that the story is fragmented and can't be connected."

""Red Sorghum" is much longer than it, haven't you read it too?"

"It's not for filming."

Zhang Yimou smiled, "Red Sorghum" is not easy to read, and the story is not continuous.Sometimes pure literature is just a bit of a headache, and it's hard to read.

"Let's go, I'll ask the front desk if I can take the magazine with me."

Hearing that Zhang Yimou was going to take away the magazine, the hotel had no choice.Man said that it was a magazine, even if Zhang Yimou wanted to remove the sofa in the hotel lobby, they would not have much opinion.

After finishing the magazine, Zhang Yimou borrowed the phone from the hotel again, called Su Tong, said goodbye to Su Tong, and told Su Tong that he would be the host next time to invite Su Tong and Yu Dong to dinner.

On the magazine's side, Su Tong hung up Zhang Yimou's phone, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Although Zhang Yimou didn't say it, Su Tong had already guessed that he was watching Yu Dong's patching the sky, otherwise he would not have mentioned Yu Dong.

……

"Ah, Ah-"

Yu Dong was watching his class prepare for the competition in the classroom when he suddenly covered his nose and sneezed twice.

The thief Qu Ai on the side smiled and said: "Brother, this sneeze twice proves that someone is thinking of you."

"Concentrate on preparing for the game, how can there be so many words."

Yu Dongbai glanced at Qu Aiguo. After this kid got acquainted with him, he didn't even call him a teacher, but changed his name to Dongge.

But in fact, Yu Dong is a few months younger than Qu Aiguo.

Qu Aiguo, who was born in 67, did not catch up with the good times. Due to family reasons, he did not enter the first grade of primary school until he was ten years old.Later, when his parents returned to the city from the countryside, he was delayed for a year when he changed schools. In addition to the poor cultural class, he took the university entrance exam for another three years.

Now in the art class, Qu Aiguo is the oldest.But in fact, in the early years, Qu Aiguo's age was not uncommon at all. There were many students in the university who were in their 30s or even older.

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