I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 328. 326. Suffering Is Not Worth Singing (13)

August 8th is Sunday.

Sunday's Dashilan...

"There are so many people."

After getting out of the car, Yang Mi, who was wearing big sunglasses, muttered:
"There used to be fewer people. When the two of us came to listen to cross talk, Xiao Diao Li Soup was only three yuan a cup..."

Sun Ting woke up and looked around, and said:
"It's five yuan now. After the Olympics, prices have risen dramatically~"

"The problem is that it's still hard to drink."

Arm in arm with Sun Ting, Yang Mi looked at the people dressed as tourists around while walking, feeling inexplicably emotional:

"There are more and more people..."

"Sister, let's stop feeling emotional, let's go first, okay?"

"What's the rush? Didn't you see the queue at Guangde Building?"

Yang Mi pointed to Guangde Building not far from Tongrentang:
"It hasn't started yet... Call Xiaobing and ask him to pick me up. Let's go through the back door~"

"Uh-huh."

Sun Ting responded, connected to Shaobing's phone, and turned on the speakerphone.

"Hey, Miss Ting, tell me."

"Cake, come out and pick us up. We've arrived at Guangde Building. We're planning to go to the back door."

"……what?"

The side of the biscuit was full of surprises... even a panicked voice sounded:

"Are you in Guangde Building?"

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes, and after taking Sun Ting's call, she asked directly:

"Where are you?"

"I... am at home."

The sound of Shaobing was full of panic.

"Home? Why don't you have a performance this afternoon? When I booked the box, the people in Guangde Building confirmed that you have a performance in the afternoon. You still don't come at this time?"

"... Sis, I'm not performing today... I've been temporarily transferred."

Do you believe Yang Mi?

She doesn't believe it.

"It's long enough, the wings are hard, right?"

Holding up the phone, she sneered:
"I'll give you half an hour to appear in front of me immediately. Otherwise, you will be at your own peril. Do you hear me?"

"..."

Before Shaobing responded, she hung up the phone and handed it back to Sun Ting:

"Let's get in touch with Brother Qian'er. Let someone come out and pick us up."

"Uh-huh."

Soon, at the entrance of the alley, a thin young man with fireworks on came out.

After seeing Sun Ting and Yang Mi, who was wearing a mask with her belly upright, she hurried up to say hello respectfully:
"Auntie, hello, my name is Meng Hetang. My godfather asked me to pick you up."

"..."

Yang Mi's mouth twitched...

Fine.

Aunt……

"Just call me sister, take us in, thanks for your hard work."

"Hey, please, both of you."

All the way into the backstage of Guangde Building, Yang Mi immediately heard a noise.

It is especially noisy when passing by the waiting room.

But she didn't care, and followed this young man named Meng Hetang all the way to the stairs, and went upstairs to the few boxes in Guangde Building.

She took off her sunglasses only after entering the box, and Meng Hetang wanted to make a pot of tea or something.

But it has been taken over by Sun Ting.

Seeing this, he greeted politely and walked out.

And Yang Mi looked at the empty stage where the performance had not yet started, and said to Sun Ting:
"How long has it been?"

Sun Ting glanced at the time on the watch:
"17 minutes."

"Ah."

Yang Mi didn't say anything, just adjusted the position of the seat to make herself more comfortable.

And after the audience here has finished entering the arena one after another, the lights on the stage are turned on, and the hostess comes to the stage to announce the curtain.

The show officially begins.

Only then did Yang Mi ask:
"How many minutes?"

"32 minutes."

After the words fell, a voice came from outside the single room:
"Where? This one?..."

Then there was a knock on the door.

Sun Ting glanced at the silent Yang Mi, got up and opened the door.

I saw Shaobing standing at the door with sweat on his forehead and some panting.

"Miss Ting."

He gave a naive laugh.

But Sun Ting shook her head slightly and stepped aside.

Shaobing entered the room, looked at Yang Mi who was sitting by the window, and hurried forward:

"sister……"

Yang Mi didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear, she just pointed to the opposite side of the table.

Means let him sit.

"Eh."

Shaobing responded, and after sitting across the table, seeing that Sun Ting was about to pour water for him, she quickly got up again:
"I can do it myself."

After pouring himself a glass of water with the empty glass on the table, looking at the heat, he said:
"Sister, there is sour plum soup here, would you like to drink it? Shall I get you some?"

"Cake."

Yang Mi didn't turn her head, looked at the two comedians on the stage and said:
"Where did you come from?"

"..."

Shaobing thought for a while and said in a low voice:

"I went to drink with them last night. I drank a little too much, so I slept in someone else's house. The performance in the afternoon was changed to the evening."

Hearing this, Yang Mi still looked at the cross talk actors in the audience without turning her gaze:
"Who are these two people?"

"The two students from the Crane Character Department are talking about..."Small Opening Sing". The funny one is called Zhang Helun, and the one who is flattering is called Lang Heyan. Both of them have just started their apprenticeship."

"How much do they get for a game?"

"One hundred and fifty per person is the lowest grade."

"One hundred and fifty...How many shows can you perform in a week?"

"Seven or eight performances, sometimes I go to Tianyuan after the performance in Guangde Building. Then when the Huguang Guild Hall over there opens, there may be more performances."

"Then count as eight games. One hundred and fifty... one thousand and two weeks per person, right?"

"Ah."

Although I didn't know what my sister was going to say, Shaobing still responded.

"Twelve thousand a week... Let's count it as four weeks a month. Can they get... about 5000 yuan?"

"It's almost the same. If there are commercial performances from Beizhan or some other place to take them, that's another story. A performance can probably give three or four hundred."

Although these are the secrets of Deyun Club.

But since my sister asked, Shaobing didn't intend to hide it.

Even if people know about it, it is impossible for them to come and steal your job.

At this time, Yang Mi asked:
"What about you? How much is your small theater? How much is commercial performance?"

"...The small theater is [-] shows, which belongs to the third stage. Commercial performances are [-]."

"How many shows did you play this week?"

"small theater?"

"Ah."

"..."

The biscuit hesitated for a moment and said:

"Counting tonight, there are four games."

"And then the week is over, right? Mondays and Tuesdays off."

"……Um."

"Two hundred and six...two four is eight, four six 24...just count as one thousand and one. You don't seem to get as much as they do."

"I...haven't acted much this week."

Hearing this, Yang Mi didn't answer, but looked at Zhang Helun and Lang Heyan on the stage and said unhurriedly:
"You said, with this 5000 yuan a month, when will they be able to buy a house in Yanjing?"

The biscuits froze for a moment...

"Not to mention anything else, the average price of house prices in Yanjing is now going up to 3. But good locations are all priced at 200. Even some inner circles are more than 200 to 60. A house costs According to [-] yuan, one hundred square meters is [-] million yuan. The down payment of [-] million yuan is [-] yuan, and this does not include decoration. Let alone them, can you afford it?"

"...I can't afford it yet."

"Then what should I do? You have to get married. How can you get married without a house?"

In the eyes of sesame seed cakes, my sister shook her head slightly:

"Even if you can't afford it, wouldn't it be more difficult for them?... You said it's impossible for me to buy a house for them, right?"

"...?"

Shaobing was taken aback.

I saw my sister said to herself:

"I'm not related to them, and I don't have a relationship with them. Although buying a house is nothing to me...but I also transferred the money through hard work. Why should I give it to others?...Hey, You said that if you became your own boss and knew that your employee wanted to get married but had no house, would you buy it for him?"

Shaobing still doesn't know how to answer.

But Yang Mi turned to Sun Ting and asked:
"Tingting, what do you want to do with your house? Shall I buy it for you?"

"Don't don't."

Sun Ting quickly shook her head:

"Sister, I didn't think about it that way. I'm working for you. I'll do whatever I can. I'll buy a house if I can afford it. If I can't afford it, I'll go back to my hometown to buy it."

"Why? If you don't believe me, I'll buy you a house?"

"This……"

Sun Ting said with a smile:

"I know sister, you make a lot of money... But it's just like you said. We are not related to each other and we don't have any reason. You won't give me a dime even if you earn tens of millions... You earn No matter how much you have, it’s not mine.”

"Tsk, I'm just like the white-eyed wolf."

"It's not that you are a white-eyed wolf. You are the boss. How much money you make is up to you. I get paid only by following you. It's not that you made so much money by relying on me... this is an essential difference."

"Understand?"

Following Sun Ting's answer, Yang Mi turned to look at the biscuits.

"……what?"

The biscuits looked even more confused.

Seeing this, Yang Mi did not explain, but said:

"Okay, come here and sweat...don't stay here with me. Go and get busy with your business, what I said to you today...go back and think about it. You go~"

"Uh...not...sister, I don't understand..."

"That's why I asked you to go back and think about it slowly. Think about it~ Why? Do you really expect my sister to buy you a house?"

She made a joke, but immediately said in a slightly profound tone:

"It's better to count on Mr. Guo than to count on my sister. You are a disciple. You are a teacher for one day and a father for life. A father has to consider his son's house, right?"

"..."

In the silence of Shaobing, she waved her hand:

"Okay, let's go down. When I'm leaving later, I'll send you a message. You have a lot of reporters. You and that junior named Meng Hetang come over to protect me."

"...Eh, good."

Although he was in a daze, Shaobing still responded:
"Then I'll go down first."

"Well, prepare well for the cross talk at night, you have to work hard."

"Ok!"

Shaobing responded and said hello to Sun Ting before walking out.

After the door was closed, the audience burst into laughter.

But Yang Mi didn't hear what burden she was talking about.

Preoccupied with talking.

At this time, Sun Ting asked:
"Sister... Xiaobing is not the kind of child who has a lot of eyes, does he understand?"

"Just because he doesn't have much mind doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to think."

Yang Mi shook her head and sighed:
"Well... I'm also afraid that he won't understand. But what can I really say? Now I'm just seeing the signs, and I can talk about it. If I go on, it will be boring. But at least he needs to understand one thing, that is, people When you are not making money, you are the most generous. Once you make money, you will become very stingy. Sometimes if you make a wrong step, it is really a wrong step. The further you go, the further you go, and gradually there is no way to turn back. "

"...I hope he understands."

"It's okay if you don't understand."

In Sun Ting's somewhat regretful words, Yang Mi said:
"It's not good to be soft, just come hard. If he calls me sister, I can't really watch him go the wrong way?... If you don't eat sweet dates, then I will kill him!"

"..."

The corner of Sun Ting's mouth twitched...

At this time, Yang Mi said:
"When the pre-sale certificate of Sanshui's house is completed, you can choose one for you as a dowry. Without the pressure of the house... Keep your eyes bright, pursue your love, and don't leave any regrets That's good."

"……Um!"

Sun Ting nodded heavily.

In fact, there was something she wanted to say in front of Shaobing just now.

But I was afraid that the child would think too much.

That is……

Sometimes, whether you are capable or not is not the root cause of success or failure.

More importantly...are you following the right people.

It's a pity that this can't be said.

I hope Xiaobing can figure it out.

……

"That was the characteristic of that era. If this kind of conflict with the general environment is not added, then the overall layering of the story will be weakened a lot. People who have come through that era need empathy. That kind of personal power is in the collective power In front of you, adding the sense of powerlessness like a praying man’s arm to a car in the script will make the plot layer richer and the contradictions more prominent!”

"I think it's the same. Expressing the repressed emotions of that era with lust will be more tense! Jingqiu's nickname in the original book is "Sanliwan". Her front is convex and her back is warped... There must be a kind of lust in her body." expression."

"I agree. Changlin likes Jingqiu and Jingqiu's high school classmates, and the boy nicknamed "sister-in-law" also likes her. There is also that very wretched Wan Changsheng, and Jingqiu's elementary school and junior high school classmate Zhang Yi... Including the third child... a total of five people like her. She must have a natural charm and charm of a woman, and make men want to take off their pants just by looking at her!"

"Then can we express the ambiguity properly. For example, in the hot summer, there is no fan, and Jingqiu is wearing thin clothes and fanning the wind with a cattail fan... That kind of sweat flows from the temples to the neck, collarbone... even There could also be a scene where she scrubs herself with a basin... wipes her armpits with a towel... and then someone peeps..."

"Wan Changsheng still wants to touch Jingqiu's tits, I think it can be extended here..."

"I think the scene where the third child and Jing Qiu are making out by the river is also the finishing touch to describe lust in that oppressive era! It must be there!"

"exactly……"

"..."

From the beginning to the end, Xu Xin did not participate in any discussions.

Just let these sisters be there... Well, let's just call it driving.

In fact, it's not about how dirty or "dirty" their thoughts are.But combined with the repressive era at the time, they wanted to give this script more meaning through "sex".

To put it mildly, it is a tangled struggle between human nature and rationality.

On a bigger scale... They hope to use this method to metaphor the "sorrow" of that era.

Unfortunately, Xu Xin didn't say a word.

From the beginning of the discussion, there was basically nothing to say.

And when these sisters seem to have an idea, they define this script as a kind of metaphor full of the times, and after the definition of the theme of expressing a kind of human thinking through love stories is completed...

Only then did Yin Lichuan turn his head to look at Xu Xin who was sitting silently on the sofa:

"Director Xu, what do you think of our thinking?"

"pretty good."

Xu Xin nodded:
"It's a great idea. If you follow the idea of ​​several teachers, then the depth of this drama must be enough. The artistry is also very strong."

A gleam of joy flashed across the faces of several people.

but……

Xu Xin's next words made everyone's expressions dull.

"It's just that I don't like it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Looking at the somewhat stiff expressions of several people, Xu Xin glanced at Zhang Yimou who was frowning and silent beside him.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of expressing his opinion, he said to himself:

"I know that several teachers want to give this script some era color, and want it to have more depth... I can understand your thoughts. But... After all, this is the first time we have cooperated, and you don't know my style very well. "

He suddenly laughed.

Smiling and shaking his head:

"I have only one purpose in making movies. That is to make stories that I am interested in and I like. As for your script, I know from everyone's description that if this story can be made, it must be a very, very good script ...But my attitude is that I don't like it. I even resist it..."

"……conflict?"

Gu Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"Why do you resist?"

"Because this is not how I read this novel."

Pointing to the book "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" on the table, Xu Xin shook his head:
"My perception is quite pure. This is a love story. First, I don't want to make the role of Jingqiu too tragic. That era... was bitter enough. But I believe that the same people in that era , the most indispensable thing is the spirit of making fun in bitterness. Every bit of beauty in their memory is a precious shining point. Therefore, what I want to shoot is the Jingqiu in the beautiful memory in everyone's hearts, and It's not Jingqiu who gives meaning to the times. So..."

He pushed the book in front of him to the middle of the table.

"Teachers, put aside those sad thoughts in your heart. The script I want is a clean script about love. Clean, pure, beautiful... Even to put it ugly, it is a bed scene. I don't want to let The audience watched it with a sense of shame, but the corners of their mouths rose unconsciously, feeling the sweetness."

Sitting back on the sofa again, his eyes were calm and serious.

Inside is an unquestionable order:

"What I want is a clean love. Please follow my train of thought... Let's start again."

With that said, he shrugged:

"Suffering is never worth celebrating, it needs to be remembered. But hope is always worth pursuing, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)