I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 63 061. Honey Wants to Know the Secret
Downstairs at Yu Zhen's house.

The two get out of the car.

Just as Xu Xin was about to take out two more bottles of Moutai from the trunk, Yu Zhen rolled her eyes:
"Put these things there for me! You are called to eat, but to drink? How many times have I said, don't engage in those social customs when you were a student, put it down!"

"...Didn't I see that you and Shigong are both good enough to drink?"

"Then you can't drink Moutai every day! What kind of family?"

"It's fine if I don't send it to you. Is Master at home tomorrow? I'll have someone pull a cart over for you..."

"..."

The corner of Yu Zhen's mouth twitched, and she suddenly tilted her head.

"Xu Xin..."

"what?"

"It's only when you say such things that the teacher can find your shadow in last semester...and also remember, oh, my disciple is not only talented, but also a rich man."

"……hey-hey."

Xu Xin was happy, and closed the trunk door with two bottles of Moutai.

"Teacher Yu, you can boast more, I'd love to hear it."

"...Be virtuous, you."

She shook her head helplessly, seeing that he insisted, Yu Zhen did not stop him.

The two got on the elevator, and Xu Xin was free to take out his mobile phone.

Then I saw several missed calls and unread messages.

Missed calls are five.

It was all from Yang Mi.

The message was also from her:

"Catch up, catch up! I'm scared to death!... Where are you? Are you busy? Let's go to listen to cross talk? I invite you! If it weren't for you, I guess I really couldn't do it today!"

"...What are you doing? You don't answer the phone?"

"Brother, why don't we change to a domestic copycat phone. The speaker is louder, okay?"

"I'm also drunk for your habit of not answering the phone. The show has already started."

"Then I won't go either. You won't go to KTV with someone again, will you?"

"What about people?"

"Are you there?"

"exist?"

"I'm home."

Nine pieces of information, it looks like a series.

And looking at the last sentence "I'm going home", Xu Xin reckoned...the girls should be angry.

So a quick reply:
"I'm with Teacher Yu. I have something to do in the afternoon. The phone is muted."

Ding dong.

Elevator arrives.

He put the phone in his pocket and walked out.

Wang Wenyu didn't leave work either, but there was an old man in the house whom he had never seen before.

As soon as Yu Zhen said it, Xu Xin realized that it was Teacher Yu's mother.

That is Wang Xin's grandmother.

Wang Wenyu's family is not local, but Yu Zhen's family is a native of Yanjing. After being called into Zhang Yimou's team by Director Ma this time, Yu Zhen can't take care of both the family and business, let alone pick up Wang Xin every day. after school.

So the grandma Yu Xu Xin was talking about came.

The old lady is over 60 this year, and she looks very energetic, with good legs and feet. When the two of them entered the house, the food was already fragrant.

But Wang Wenyu was still stuck on the way home.

After Xu Xin put the wine on the wine cabinet, Yu Zhen didn't let him do any work, but let him do whatever he wanted... He really didn't treat him as an outsider.

Sitting on the sofa, he took out his phone.

Sure enough, Yang Mi has already replied to the message.

He first adjusted the mute to vibrate, and then clicked on:

"Teacher Yu? Director Yu?"

"Correct."

"Why are you looking for Director Yu?"

"Secret, I can't tell you for now."

"???? Come on, brother, this is what I can't stand the most. Tell me quickly, can I promise not to tell anyone?"

"No."

"QQ you!"

"It's useless to beg. I really can't say it. If I can say it, I will tell you."

"Why are you so annoying!"

":)"

"Can't you just tell me?"

"Not really."

"..."

Between the lines, Xu Xin could tell that this girl really wanted to know...or simply couldn't bear to scratch her head when she knew a secret but didn't know the content.

She looked anxious anyway.

It's a pity that Xu Xin really can't say anything.

At least until it's announced, can't say.

and so……

"Then I also have a secret, let's exchange it?"

Seeing this, Xu Xin was overjoyed.

replied:
"Then you speak first."

"...Do you think I'm a fool?"

"I can't say anyway, haha."

"BS you!"

Xu Xin was happy again, and at this moment, the little girl walked to Xu Xin's side at some point:

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

"Well, Xinxin... have you finished your homework?"

"Um."

Staring at Xu Xin's phone, the little girl asked curiously:

"Is Brother Xu chatting with someone?"

"Correct."

"...Is it Brother Xu's girlfriend?"

"Uh……"

Xin said that children are not very old now, how do they know so much?

Shaking his head speechlessly:

"No, it's my brother's friend."

"Oh~~"

The girl nodded and stopped asking, but turned on the TV with the remote control and started watching cartoons.

……

In the evening, I ate fried rice noodles.

Not to mention... Xu Xin really likes the taste.

It is simple to match with various dishes, but it has a "home" taste.

And Wang Wenyu picked up the script that Xu Xin mentioned again, still from the perspective of a professional editor... But to be honest, the content of the chat is still from the perspective of literary creation, far less than the teacher Feihong... ...Or the senior sister inspired Xu Xin even more.

After all, the other party was talking from the perspective of a professional filmmaker.

But there were also some constructive opinions, which Xu Xin silently kept in mind.

After eating, he didn't stay long and went home directly.

In fact, he really wanted to call his father and tell him that he joined the director team for the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Games...

Even my dad's reaction was thought through.

It's nothing more than "Spoil!?", "You mean?", "Did you lie to Dad?" Category.

That's why he still didn't make the call.

How do you say that……

right.

Low-key, forbearing, killing.

Just bear with it.

then……

Yang Mi's phone call suddenly came.

……

"What are you doing?"

Hearing this movement, Yang Dalin looked away from the TV and looked at his daughter's bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed.

But the Yang family's house was a family building that was divided at the beginning, and after it was completed, it was not renovated.

Although it is very clean, the decoration style is actually quite old.

The door of the bedroom is the kind of style that was just popular in the past, that said it was European or foreign.

The wooden door panel is not solid wood, but two very thin door panels.

This door looked very high-end at the beginning, but according to the words of later generations, it is a light luxury style.

But what is light luxury style?
To put it bluntly, it is the kind that has no money in their pockets, but still wants to look upscale.

It's all on the surface.

And although the quality of the door is good, it has been a bit out of date in recent years.

Not to mention sound insulation, let’s just talk about the underside of the bedroom door frame. Because of mopping the floor for a long time, the mop will touch the underside of the door panel, and the glue will be a little bit black.

It's not that Yang Dalin was reluctant to change, but according to his lover Yang Chunling, he saved money to exchange for a big house for his daughter.

We live in this house anyway, and when we have saved enough money, the daughter's house can be better decorated and it can be used as a dowry.

So, let’s make do with what we can.

But this also leads to...the house is not very soundproof.

No, Yang Dalin heard the noise from his daughter's side.

Subconsciously, he turned down the TV volume.

On the other hand, Yang Chunling, who was eating fruit and watching TV, let out a helpless sigh:
"Hey...Old Yang, can you still watch her for the rest of your life?"

Although she can understand the professional habits of a husband who has seen many dark sides of society as a people's policeman.

But the problem is...that is your own daughter.

But Yang Dalin shook his head and said in a low voice:
"I'll just listen."

"You might as well just ask her who to call, and you can rest assured after you ask her clearly... My daughter is so old, is it possible that she can make friends or something?"

"Who won't let her make friends anymore? I'm worried that she won't recognize people. I'm talking about going out of town for so long tomorrow, and you still won't let me follow. Can't I listen more?"

"Why do you follow my daughter to film? Let people see that she hasn't grown up yet? Are you saying that she doesn't have the ability to think? If you protect her like this, when will she really grow up?"

"I'm her father, if I don't protect her, who will protect her?"

"you……"

Yang Chunling was speechless.

Obviously, this is not the case once or twice.

I worry every day that my daughter is going to be a bad student.

I worry every day that my daughter will make bad friends.

Afraid something might go wrong...

So, she got up as usual, took an apple and knocked on her daughter's door.

Push away.

"Girl, eat an apple."

"Eh, well..."

Yang Mi took it over, and then said without asking her mother:
"I'm calling my classmate, girl, just leave me alone."

Yang Chunling understood and withdrew.

Obviously, this is not the first time that the mother and daughter have met at such a time.

After exiting the room, Yang Chunling snatched the remote control from her husband without saying a word, not only restored the volume, but even turned it up a notch, looked at her speechless husband provocatively, and snorted.

"..."

Yang Dalin was also speechless.

But at least the attention is back on the TV.

……

"Auntie?"

"Well, my mother came in and brought me an apple."

"Then why am I a girl?"

"You are so smart, why can't you think of it?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, Xu Xin laughed:
"Okay, in fact, if it's my daughter, I have to ask, I can understand."

"……Um."

Yang Mi responded, and continued:

"I get up at 6:50 tomorrow morning for the first flight."

"...Need me to send you?"

"No, I want to tell you that I will join the group soon, and I will meet many stars! Then, if you are interested, tell me the secret in exchange... Whose autograph do you want, Liu Yifei's Don't? I'm trying to make a blessing for you... is it meaningful enough?"

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless.

"I don't like Liu Yifei."

"Don't like it? You don't like her? Sister Immortal! Then I'll get you Huang Xiaoming, right?"

"...No, what's your brain circuit? If you don't like women, why don't you get me a man?"

Xu Xin was speechless and funny:

"I don't chase stars, so I don't need it. At the same time, Yang Mi, please stop thinking about it. I really can't say that secret...how about you ask Teacher Yu, okay? You ask her, she If I want to tell you, then I have no objection."

"..."

This time, Yang Mi also turned off the fire.

"...Why are you so annoying!"

"Ha ha……"

Glancing at the time, Xu Xin said directly:

"Okay, let's do this first, you go to bed early, isn't it the plane tomorrow morning? I still have to work on the script here, I wish you the best of luck?"

"……Um."

The girl responded first, then...asked uncertainly:
"Is it really impossible to discuss?"

"Fuck off!"

"okay."

The phone hangs up.

Xu Xin didn't think much about it, and sat down at the desk, lighting a cigarette for himself.

Looking at the main line of his [-]-word story...Although he has a hunch that he may be busy for a long time in the future, let alone whether he has time to shoot... I am afraid that even the time for writing the script may be very tight... …without even having time to create.

But it would be good to design one more dialogue or one scene.

after all……

This is my child.

……

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Xu Xin drove directly to the Olympic Building, and when he was about to leave, he realized...that he forgot to charge his mobile phone last night.

It's a mess...

But it's okay, looking at the phone's battery is still about 50%, it should be able to last until I get back from get off work today.

The road from Shijia Hutong to the Olympic Building is not difficult.

The distance of more than ten kilometers is only a few traffic lights because of the viaduct.

He left home at 7 o'clock, and within half an hour, he arrived at the place just after 8 o'clock.

After flashing the card to the security guard, he let it go directly.

Take the elevator to the 12th floor.

That is the floor where the meeting was held yesterday.

The big meeting room was next to Director Fan Yue's creative team. Xu Xin was about to walk into the small hall of the creative team, when he saw Zhang Yimou sitting alone in a daze in the big meeting room.

Xu Xin stopped, walked in and greeted politely:
"Director Zhang."

"...Huh?...Oh, Xiao Xu."

The middle-aged man who came back to his senses nodded, and suddenly said:
"Do you think this performance should pay tribute?"

"pay tribute?"

Xu Xin was taken aback.

After thinking about it, he took off his backpack and put it on a chair.

Holding the back of the chair with his hands, he thought for a while and said:

"Yes, but I think more...should reflect our own romance, right?"

"My own romance?"

Zhang Yimou originally only asked casually, but after hearing this, he suddenly became interested:

"Tell me."

"Uh……"

Xu Xin was actually a little hesitant.

Because what we are talking about now is not a specific picture, but the core theme of a performance.

He was also a little uncertain.

And perhaps seeing his difficulties, Zhang Yimou said directly:

"It's okay, speak freely, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"...Eh, good."

Nodding again, anyway, there is no one at the moment, so he simply said directly:
"Actually, what I think is very simple, Director Zhang. Many of our large-scale evening shows, whether they are Spring Festival Gala, Mid-Autumn Festival, or various performances, as long as they are officially held, the concept of paying tribute is very strong... Do you listen to cross talk?"

"crosstalk?"

Zhang Yimou was taken aback.

Xu Xin nodded:
"Well, recently there is a particularly popular cross talk actor named Guo Degang."

"He... seems to have heard the name before, what's the matter?"

"He is a cross talk actor, but he claims to be a non-mainstream cross talk actor. I also heard from my classmate that he is currently having conflicts with the mainstream...that is, cross talk actors within the system. According to my classmate, Guo Degang believes that, Cross talk itself is a grass-roots art, rooted in the secular soil, the first requirement is joy and happiness, not to educate others through cross talk. I think...you said tribute, in fact, these mainstream cross talk practitioners, when creating , also has such a concept, right? What is it called... praising cross talk."

"...Well, you continue."

"I have heard Guo Degang's cross talk live, indeed, I must admit, it is him who made me realize that this art can really be fun like this. In my heart, I like it... But you have to say I can’t tell who’s right and who’s wrong. It’s hard to say whether mainstream cross talk deviates from the original intention of cross talk. And whether Guo Degang’s “non-mainstream” cross talk is negating this kind of tribute is not entirely correct. So...according to my understanding... ...Or, our concept, Tai Chi Yin Yang, is different that the solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow. Is there me in you, and you in me? Right?"

Listening to Xu Xin's explanation, Zhang Yimou asked directly:
"You mean there can be? But not all?"

"Yes... In fact, we already have it, don't we? The four great inventions are the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestors. In our plan, there are many elements that pay tribute to the ancestors. But the same, I think we sometimes It shouldn't be so serious... let foreigners see and understand our romance, and at the same time, there is no lack of that kind of...just right humor...

Humor that belongs to us, but understandable to the world.And... on this occasion, does the tribute also have to consider the world culture?We can't just pay tribute to our ancestors... I think the tribute should be a tribute to the concepts of peace and love under the Olympic spirit, right? "

"A tribute to the ideas of love and peace, right?"

Zhang Yimou showed that iconic frown again.

Then suddenly nodded:
"You write down what we talked about. If I forget something in the meeting later, remember to add it to me."

"Uh... well."

"Well, have you had breakfast yet?"

"……what?"

Xu Xin was taken aback for another moment, and asked back:
"Have you had breakfast yet?"

Then he suddenly found that the other party's clothes seemed to be the one he wore yesterday...

"You didn't leave last night, did you?"

"No, they built a rest room on it with a bed... Then you sum it up, I'll go to dinner first, and we'll have a meeting later to try this idea."

"...Eh, okay."

Watching him leave sideways, Xu Xin scratched his head.

There was a flash of admiration in my heart.

But immediately a thought crossed his mind.

Why can't I live here?

Ok?
Yup……

Why didn't I think of it before...

(End of this chapter)