I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 63 061. Mimi really wants to know the secret

Downstairs of Yu Zhen's house.

The two got out of the car.

Just as Xu Xing was about to take out two more bottles of Moutai from the trunk, Yu Zhen rolled her eyes:

"Put these things over there! I asked you to come to dinner, did I ask you to drink? How many times have I told you not to engage in those social customs when you were a student? Put it down now!"

"...Don't I think you and Master are both good drinkers?"

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

"I can just give it to you. Will Master be at home tomorrow? I'll have someone pull a cart over for you..."

"..."

Yu Zhen's mouth twitched and she suddenly tilted her head.

"Xu Xin..."

"ah?"

"Only when you say this kind of thing can the teacher find your shadow from last semester...and remember, oh, my disciple is not only talented, but also a rich man."

"……hey-hey."

Xu Xin was happy, carrying two bottles of Maotai and closing the trunk door.

"Teacher Yu, if you can praise me more, I'd be happy to hear it."

"...Be virtuous."

She shook her head helplessly. Seeing his persistence, Yu Zhen stopped stopping him.

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

Then I saw several missed calls and unread messages.

There were five missed calls.

They were all calls from Yang Mi.

The message was also sent by her:

"I've caught up, I've caught up! I'm scared to death! ... Where are you? Are you busy? Let's go listen to cross talk? I invite you! If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to do it today!"

"...What are you doing again? Are you not answering the phone?"

"Brother, why don't we switch to a domestic copycat phone? The speaker will make louder noise, okay?"

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

"Then I won't go either. Are you going to go to KTV with someone again?"

"Where are the people?"

"Are you there?"

"exist?"

"I'm home."

Nine pieces of information, it looks like a TV series.

Looking at the last sentence "I'm going home", Xu Xin guessed... these sisters should be angry.

So he quickly replied:

"I'm with Teacher Yu. I have something to do in the afternoon and my phone is on silent."

Ding dong.

Elevator arrives.

He put his phone in his pocket and walked out.

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

When 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 cannot take care of both her family and career, not to mention she has to pick up Wang Xin every day. School is over.

So the Grandma Yu that Xu Xin talked about came.

The old lady was in her sixties. She seemed to be in good spirits and her legs and feet were strong. 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 anything and let him do what he wanted... She really didn't treat him as an outsider.

Sitting on the sofa, he took out his cell phone.

As expected, Yang Mi had already replied to the message.

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

"Teacher Yu? Director Yu?"

"right."

"What are you looking for, Director Yu?"

"It's a secret that I can't tell you for the time being."

"???? Come on, brother, I can't stand this anymore. Tell me quickly, okay? I promise not to talk to anyone, okay?"

"no."

"QQ you!"

"It's useless to beg. I really can't tell you. If I can tell you, I'll definitely tell you."

"Why are you so annoying!"

":)"

"Can't you tell me?"

"It really doesn't work."

"..."

Reading between the lines, Xu Xin could tell that this girl really wanted to know...or she just couldn't stand the head-scratching of knowing a secret but not knowing the content.

She seemed anxious anyway.

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

At least not until it's announced.

so……

"Then I also have a secret. Can we exchange it?"

Seeing this, Xu Xin was happy.

replied:

"Then you say it first."

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

"I can't say it anyway, haha."

"BS you!"

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

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

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

"Um."

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

"Is Brother Xu chatting with someone?"

"right."

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

"Well……"

I thought that today’s children are not very old, how do they know so much?

He shook his head speechlessly:

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

"Oh~~"

The girl nodded and stopped asking. Instead, she turned on the TV with the remote control and watched cartoons.

…

In the evening we had noodles with soybean paste.

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

Paired with various dishes, it is simple, but it has a "home" taste.

And Wang Wenyu picked up the story about the script that Xu Xin talked about again, still from the perspective of a professional editor... But to be honest, the content of the conversation was still from the perspective of literary creation, far less than that of Teacher Feihong... ...Or maybe 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 suggestions, which Xu Xin silently kept in mind.

After eating, he didn't stay any longer and went straight back home.

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

I even thought about my dad's reaction.

It's nothing more than "Spoil!?", "You mean screw?", "Didn't you lie to dad?" and "Why don't we celebrate with a hundred, one or two hundred tables?" or "Do you want to sponsor? Dad will give you money?" Category.

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

How do you say that……

Oh yes.

Low profile, forbearing, and killing.

Just bear with it for a while.

Then……

Yang Mi's phone call came suddenly.

…

"What are you doing?"

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

The bedroom door is closed.

But the Yang family's house was originally divided into a family building, and after it was completed, it was not renovated.

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

The bedroom door is the kind of European-but-European, foreign-looking style that was just popular back then.

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

This door seemed very high-end at first, and according to later generations, it was a light luxury style.

But what is light luxury style actually?

To put it bluntly, it is the kind of person who has no money in his pocket but still wants to appear classy.

It's all on the surface.

Although the quality of the door is good, it has deteriorated in recent years.

Let’s not talk about soundproofing, let’s talk about the bottom of the bedroom door frame. Because of years of mopping the floor, the mop will touch the bottom of the door panel, and some of it has become blackened.

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

This house is where we live anyway. Once we save enough money, our daughter’s house will be better decorated and can be used as a dowry.

So, just make do with it if you can.

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

No, as soon as there was movement from her daughter's side, Yang Dalin heard it.

Subconsciously, he turned down the TV volume.

Yang Chunling, who was eating fruit and watching TV, sighed helplessly:

"Alas...Old Yang, can you still look after her for the rest of your life?"

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

But the problem is...that's your daughter.

Yang Dalin shook his head and whispered:

"I'll just listen."

"Why don't you just ask her who she called? Once you find out, you'll feel at ease... My daughter is so old, is it possible that she still can't make friends?"

"Who doesn't want her to make friends? I'm worried that she won't be able to recognize people. I'm talking about going out of town for such a long time tomorrow, and you still won't let me follow you. Can't I listen more?"

"Why are you following your daughter when she's filming? Let people see that she hasn't grown up yet? Are you saying that she doesn't have the ability to think on her own? If you protect her like this, when will she really grow up?"

"I am her father. If I don't protect her, who will?"

"you……"

Yang Chunling was speechless.

Obviously, this doesn't happen once or twice.

I worry about my daughter learning bad things every day.

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

Afraid of something going wrong...

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

Push away.

"Daughter, eat an apple."

"Hey, okay..."

Yang Mi took it and said directly without asking her mother:

"I'm calling my classmate, girl, please leave me alone."

Yang Chunling understood and retreated.

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

After exiting the room, Yang Chunling took the remote control from her husband without saying a word. Not only did she restore the volume, but she even increased the volume by one level. She 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 mom came in and gave me an apple."

"Then why did I become a girl?"

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

Hearing this rhetorical question, Xu Xin laughed:

"Okay, actually if she were my daughter, I would have to ask, I understand."

"……Um."

Yang Mi responded and then said:

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

"...Need me to send you off?"

"No, I want to tell you that I will join the group soon and meet many celebrities! Then, if you are interested, tell me the secret, in exchange... Whose autograph do you want, Liu Yifei's? No? I'm making a blessing for you...is it meaningful enough?"

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless.

"I don't like Liu Yifei."

"Don't like her? You don't like her? Fairy sister! Then I'll get Huang Xiaoming's for you. Is that okay?"

"...No, what's your thinking? If you don't like women, why do you want to get men for me?"

Xu Xin was speechless and funny:

"I'm not star-chasing, so I don't need to. At the same time, classmate Yang Mi, please give up this idea. I really can't tell you that secret... How about you ask Teacher Yu, okay? Just ask her, she If I want to tell you, I have no objection."

"..."

At this time, Yang Mi also turned off the engine.

"...Why are you so annoying!"

"Ha ha……"

After looking at the time, Xu Xin said directly:

"Okay, let's do this for now. You go to bed early, don't you have a flight tomorrow morning? I still have to work on the script. I wish you a safe journey?"

"……Um."

The girl responded first, and then... asked uncertainly:

"Is there really no possibility of negotiation?"

"Get out!"

"okay."

The phone hangs up.

Xu Xin didn't think much, just sat down at the desk and lit a cigarette for himself.

Looking at the main line of his three-hundred-word story... Although he had a hunch that he might be busy for a long time in the future, not to mention whether he would have time for filming... I am afraid that even the time for writing the script might be very tight... …There’s not even time to create.

But even designing one more dialogue or one more scene would be good.

after all……

This is my own child.

…

A night of silence.

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

What happened...

But it’s not bad. I see that the battery on my phone is still about 50%, so I should be able to hold on until I get back from get off work today.

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

In the more than ten kilometers journey, there are only a few traffic lights because you can go to the viaduct.

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

After showing the card to the security guard, he was released directly.

Got on the elevator and reached the 12th floor.

That's the floor where the meeting was held yesterday.

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

Xu Xin stopped, walked in and said hello 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 be a tribute?”

"pay tribute?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

After thinking about it, I took off my backpack and put it on a chair.

He held the backrest of the chair with his hands, thought for a while, and said:

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

"My own romance?"

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

"Talk about it."

"Well……"

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 unsure.

Perhaps seeing his difficulty, Zhang Yimou said directly:

"It's okay. Speak freely. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"...Eh, okay."

Nodding again, since no one was around at the moment, he simply said directly:

"Actually, what I think is very simple, Director Zhang. Many of our large-scale evening parties, 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 stunned.

Xu Xin nodded:

"Well, there is a cross talk actor who is very popular recently, named Guo Degang."

"He... seems to have heard of this name. What's wrong?"

"He is a crosstalk actor, but he calls himself a non-mainstream crosstalk actor. I also heard from my classmates that he has recently had some ideological conflicts with mainstream... crosstalk actors within the system. According to my classmate, Guo Degang believes that, Crosstalk itself is a grassroots art, rooted in the soil of the world. The first requirement is joy and joy, rather than educating others through crosstalk. I think... the tribute you mentioned is actually that these mainstream crosstalk practitioners, when creating , also has such a concept, right? What is it called... singing cross talk."

"...Well, you continue."

"I have listened to Guo Degang's cross talk live, and indeed, I must admit that it was him who made me realize that this art can really be so fun. To be honest, I quite like it...but you have to say I can't tell who is right and who is wrong. Whether mainstream cross talk has deviated from the original intention of cross talk is hard to say. And whether Guo Degang's "non-mainstream" cross talk is denying this tribute is not entirely correct. So...according to my understanding... ...In other words, our concept, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, is not the same as the Yin cannot be born and the Yang cannot grow. There is me in you and you in me, right? "

After listening to Xu Xin's explanation, Zhang Yimou asked directly:

"You mean there can be some? But not all?"

"Yes...actually we already have it, don't we? The four great inventions are the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors. There are many elements in our plan that pay tribute to our ancestors. But similarly, 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... just the right amount of humor...

Humor that is ours but understandable to the world. And... in this kind of situation, do tributes also have to take into account 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 concepts of love and peace, right?"

Zhang Yimou showed his signature frown again.

Then suddenly nodded:

"Please write down what we talked about. If I forget something during the meeting later, remember to add it to me."

"Uh... ok."

"Well, have you had breakfast?"

"……ah?"

Xu Xin was stunned again and asked:

"You haven't had breakfast yet?"

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

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

"No, they have a rest room up there with a bed... Then you can summarize it. I will go to eat first, and we will have a meeting later to try out this concept."

"...Eh, okay."

Looking sideways to watch him leave, Xu Xin scratched his head.

A flash of admiration flashed through my heart.

But immediately an idea flashed through my mind.

Why can't I live here?

Um?

yes……

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