The best director ever

Chapter 161 I want to play a game

In the next few days, Han Qiu took Zhou Yuxin to various colleges and universities in Los Angeles.

Especially the University of Southern California, which has a top film art school, is a must for Han Qiu.According to statistics, the number of Oscars won by USC alumni ranks first in the United States.

This honor is enough to prove the status of USC in film art.

The management of the university is very loose, Han Qiu hangs around here like an ordinary college student, and Zhou Yuxin also dresses up as a student, walking around the campus holding Han Qiu's hand.

The two are just like ordinary college couples, unobtrusive at all.

University of Southern California, Libraries.

Han Qiu was sitting next to Zhou Yuxin in a window seat.Zhou Yuxin was holding a cup of coffee and leaning against Han Qiu's shoulder. The sunlight from outside the window made her meow lazily like a kitten.

It would be great if days like this could continue.

As Zhou Yuxin thought about it, a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

Han Qiu is holding a book called "The Form and Culture of Film" and watching it carefully.

Suddenly, opposite Han Qiu, a young man sat down.

"Hey, I was looking for this book, but I didn't expect it to be here."

Han Qiu looked up, but he didn't expect to be a yellow man.But judging from his accent, this kid should not be from Huaxia.

"Are you talking about this?" Han Qiu shook the book in his hand.

"That's right, this is it. I've been looking for it for a long time." The young man nodded hastily.

Han Qiu pointed out the window and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I think you should go to another library to have a look, maybe there are still there."

"Uh, that's really a pity, but I will come tomorrow, and I must be one step ahead of you." The young man shrugged, but this guy was quite optimistic, and he was not annoyed, but was motivated instead.

After finishing speaking, the young man paid attention to the two of them again, as if he wanted to write down the appearance of Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin, and then left angrily.

"Han Qiu, isn't this person from Huaxia?" Zhou Yuxin asked curiously as he watched the young man walk away.

"No, his English only has two tones."

"Two tones? Isn't there two tones in English?" Zhou Yuxin was puzzled.

Han Qiu smiled, and suddenly thought of the young man he met in the Los Angeles movie theater that year.

"No, there is a guy named Heath Ledger. He told me that we Chinese speak English, and sometimes we slip up and say it in four tones."

"Heath Ledger?" Zhou Yuxin repeated the name several times, "What a weirdo, who has nothing to go back and pay attention to this."

Thinking of Oliver's evaluation, Han Qiu also had a strange look on his face.Slight schizophrenia?

This is indeed a weirdo.

The next morning, when Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin came to the library, they found that the book he returned was really fucking missing.But when the two habitually came to the seat by the window, they saw the young man they met yesterday was carefully flipping through the book.

Perhaps it was the sound of Han Qiu's footsteps that disturbed him. He raised his head and saw that it was the "old acquaintance" from yesterday, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled into a slanted arc.

"Dude, as I said, I will definitely come earlier than you today."

Han Qiu pulled Zhou Yuxin to sit down opposite him, "Okay, you win."

The young man chuckled: "Maybe you can try again tomorrow and see if you can be faster than me."

"No need." Han Qiu said, and then under the stunned gaze of the young man, he took out another "Form and Culture of Film".

"Sorry, there are actually two copies of this book. Another person should have taken this one yesterday." Han Qiu smiled, "So, I just need to come earlier than that person."

The young man was a little discouraged, but he quibbled: "Man, I don't think we should waste our precious time fighting over who owns this book."

Han Qiu snorted, "Of course, it's good for you to read one by one now, and we didn't waste time on this."

The young man squinted his eyes: "I mean time is as precious as life. When we have the idea of ​​fighting for it, we are already wasting life."

Han Qiu: "."

He suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with this guy's rhythm. How could something like grabbing a book involve life?
"Well, maybe you're right." Han Qiu responded casually.

When the young man saw that Han Qiu couldn't say no to him, he couldn't help showing a happy smile. He stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Wen Ziren, you can also call me James Wen."

"Han Qiu." Han Qiu also reached out and shook her hand, then she put Zhou Yuxin's shoulders and introduced, "This is my wife, Zhou Yuxin."

The young man didn't divert his attention because of Zhou Yuxin's beauty, on the contrary, his focus was on another aspect.

"Are you Chinese?" he asked.

"Yes." Han Qiu nodded.

"My father is also Chinese, but he immigrated to Malaysia very early."

"So you are Malaysian?"

"Yes, but I grew up in Australia."

"." Han Qiu was speechless. This guy's background is really complicated. He was in Malaysia for a while, Australia for a while, and now the United States.

"Are you a director?" Wen Ziren patted the book in his hand, "I don't think most people would touch this book."

"Well, I've been a director for a long time." Han Qiu said bluntly, this guy didn't respond when he heard his name, probably because he hadn't heard of him much.

"Wow, that's really an honor." Wen Ziren was a little excited, "I'm also a director, but I don't have any works yet. I hope to film the stories in my heart in the future!"

Han Qiu nodded and said, "I wish you all the best, buddy."

"Thank you." Wen Ziren replied, ready to lower his head to read the book, but he raised his head again, staring at Han Qiu with flickering eyes, "Friend, I have always had a story in my heart that I want to share with others, I wonder if you would like to hear it? "

Han Qiu raised his head and asked in surprise, "Story? Did you write the script?"

"No, it only appears in my dreams now."

Han Qiu was speechless: ".Your story is your dream?"

Wen Ziren nodded excitedly: "Yes, but this is a nightmare, a terrifying dream."

This time, it was Han Qiu, and even Zhou Yuxin felt a little speechless.

Wen Ziren saw the expressions of Han Qiu and the two of them, and suddenly felt that he was a bit awkward, and it was a bit abnormal to tell horror stories to others when they first met.

"Uh, sorry, I was too abrupt."

Han Qiu shook his head and gave him a step: "Maybe you can write the story of your dream and read it to others later."

"Well, I will." Wen Ziren said with a smile.

In the following week, Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin met Wen Ziren for at least five or six days.During the period, Han Qiu asked him, and learned that he was not a student in Southern California, and he only came to the library here to read books occasionally.

These days, Han Qiu has already finished reading the "Film Form and Culture", but he still feels that it is not enough.So I come to the library every morning to read, and in the afternoon, I go to various places in Los Angeles, especially Hollywood, where Han Qiu often goes for a stroll.

By the way, he joined the directors' union and became a hireable director in the union.It's just that with his current reputation in the United States, I'm afraid no one will choose him.

In the directors' union, Han Qiu also communicated with other directors, and every time he talked with them, Han Qiu benefited a lot.It's not about the director's skills, but their perspective on the film, and how to grasp the American audience's psychological knack, which made Han Qiu very useful.

And Wen Ziren, who met Han Qiu almost every day, seized this opportunity and asked Han Qiu many questions about the director. Han Qiu would talk to him when he had time, and read books by himself when he had no time.

Zhou Yuxin looked for some basic books on acting to ponder, and sometimes when she got a little inspiration, she would use Han Qiu as an audience to try her acting skills.

Of course Han Qiu was happy. Sometimes Zhou Yuxin performed well, and he would reward her with a kiss, which made her blush.

Time flies by, and it is the end of June in a blink of an eye.

Today, Southern California Libraries.

When Han Qiu finished writing, Wen Ziren came to the library and sat down opposite Han Qiu.

"Han Qiu, I feel that the nightmare I had is getting more and more realistic. I really want to talk to someone."

Han Qiu: "." Grandma, this is the rhythm of telling myself ghost stories.

"Okay, tell me, I'll listen."

Wen Ziren swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "My dream is a bit strange, it seems to be in a closed dark room. I can't see anything, I can't touch anything, I can't even feel the passage of time."

As he said that, Wen Ziren glanced at Han Qiu: "You know, this kind of enclosed space is the most frightening."

"Then there was a very cold voice in that room."

"He says."

"I want to play a game. (I want to play a game)"

　Who wants to play this horror game?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)