MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 477 475. Flowers Have Rebloom Days, People Are Never Younger

  Chapter 477 475. Flowers will bloom again, but people will never be young again

  Old Xu likes to drink Moutai, he can swallow it and sip it.

   I especially like tiger sips.

  "Zi Liu" always wiped his mouth habitually after taking a sip of wine, as if he was stroking his beard.

   But alas...he's a bit fat.

  You can't see the tiger's power on your body, but there is a sense of sight of a wild boar.

   But his wine is good.

  The small wine cups are always one bite at a time, and they never play.

  Including Yang Dalin, when the three of them drank a catty of Moutai, the peanuts were not half finished.

   It is conceivable that this speed is fast.

   During this period, we were talking about "The Grandmaster".

  Unfortunately, Xu Xin doesn't plan to go to Wang Jiawei's crew any more.

  He doesn't have any prejudice against Director Wang, but he just doesn't like this kind of... treating actors like animals.

   Yes, actors and directors are working affiliations.

   But Wang Jiawei gave him the feeling that it was like a PPT produced by employees who worked hard all night and overtime. He directly denied it at a glance, but he didn't tell you what was wrong, but just asked you to do it again.

  I didn’t feel much when I was on the set.

  But after he came back, every time he thought about it, he always felt in his heart that he really couldn't appreciate this...obvious Xiangjiang-style director.

  He prefers the kind of old man that you make mistakes and I will communicate with you.

  Then we will work together to find a way to solve the problem.

  So when Lao Xu talked about "The Great Master", he listened more and then evaluated his wife's status.

   After finishing a bottle of wine, Yang Dalin was almost done.

  He couldn't get in the way when he added the topic of son-in-law and friends, so he said to roll noodles for Lao Xu.

  Old Xu drooled when he heard that Liubiju’s yellow sauce was boiled at home, and he kept nodding.

   Obviously homesick.

  Yang Mi and Yang Chunling also finished eating, so they simply moved the dining table to the corridor of the outbuilding of Sishuiguitang, leaving them to drink and chat slowly.

  The weather is a bit hot, but with a fan blowing, wearing a vest and shorts, chatting in this place, it really has a sense of nostalgia when I was a child.

  Hot spot okay.

   Sweating, sober up quickly.

  Can also smoke.

   While chatting, Lao Xu said:

   "Xiao Xu, what are you going to do next?"

  Xu Xinxin said that everyone likes to ask themselves what they want to do next...

   explained with a smile:

   "There is another movie, a friend's script, which is estimated to start in August and September."

  Xu Haofeng asked curiously after hearing this:

   "What subject matter?"

   "Urban emotion. What? Interested?"

   "That's gone."

  Xu Haofeng quickly shook his head.

  His job is still a writer.

  Part-time screenwriter.

   And in fact, in the past two years, I have also planned to be a director myself.

  But he has a specialization in the art industry, even if he wants to make movies, he must be good at making movies. Such as martial arts kung fu movies.

  Let him make an emotional scene?

   Can’t get it, can’t get it.

  But when Xu Xin heard this, he was a little curious:

   "Old Xu, you... want to make a movie too?"

"Um."

  Xu Haofeng nodded and admitted generously.

   "Want to shoot..."

   Speaking of this, he picked up the wine glass and touched Xu Xin.

   Taking a breath of alcohol, he said to Xu Xin:

   "Actually... I am not very satisfied with the current kung fu movies."

   As he spoke, he also made a circle:

"all."

   "...including "The Grandmaster"?"

"right."

  Xu Haofeng responded:

   "Including The Grandmaster. Any idea why?"

   "Tell me."

  Xu Xin handed over a cigarette.

   Passed over the lighter again, and helped him light it.

   "Hiss~poof."

   With a cigarette in between, Xu Haofeng said for no reason, with a sense of sadness in his tone:

   "Because it's all fake."

   "..."

  Xu Xinxin said, isn't this nonsense?

  If it is true, everyone will come to a scene with real knives and guns, and a war scene will not kill thousands of people?

   "Real kung fu is not like that. Mimi should understand what I mean."

"…ah?"

  Yang Mi, who was planning to take her baby out for a walk, was stunned when she heard this just as she walked out the door:

"What?"

   "Old Xu said that real kung fu is not like in the movie."

  Hearing her husband's explanation, Yang Mi nodded:

"That's for sure. Real kung fu wins and loses between square inches. Just like UFC, two people attack and hide one by one. At first glance, it seems a bit boring, and even the preparation is still long. But it only takes one punch or two to end the match. One kick... I'm leaving, I'll take the kids to the night market."

   "Okay... Mengmeng, you also follow your sister, mainly to watch over the children."

   "Okay, Brother Xu."

  Su Meng responded, and went out with Sun Ting and Yang Mi.

  As soon as she left, Yang Chunling brought over two wet towels.

"Give."

  As soon as Xu Xin picked it up, it was icy cold.

  Yang Dalin brought out a basin from the bathroom.

   The basin is half full of water, and some ice cubes are still floating on the surface of the water.

   was placed in front of Xu Xin.

   "The sauce is in the pot, the noodles are on the chopping board, you can eat as you want. We also went out."

   "Hey, okay, okay, uncle, it's okay, we'll make it ourselves after we finish drinking."

"Um."

   Soon, Yang Dalin and his wife also went out to play horses.

   And after the two left, there was no one in the yard.

  In the ancient town of Chikan in summer, under the layout of Sishuiguitang, the sounds of insects came from the various flowers and plants bought in the southeast corner of the yard.

  The city of reinforced concrete is gone.

  Occasionally, the fish swimming in the ground pool will turn over a splash, and the sound of ripples will make the whole summer come alive.

   It makes people feel comfortable from the inside out.

"well…"

  In comfort, Xu Haofeng sighed:

"so good…"

   "Yes. It's the same as when I was a child... But when Yanjing is renovated, the environment should be better than this. That's the real peace of mind, more comfortable than this."

  Xu Xin thought he was talking about the environment.

  But Xu Haofeng waved his hand:

"I'm talking about your father-in-law and mother-in-law's attitude towards you... how is it similar to mine. My father-in-law doesn't drink, and I go to him for dinner every year, and it's like going to jail. Whenever he talks about drinking, he has to babble, What: Alcohol enters the body, what enzymes, what ethanol or whatever..."

"Well…"

  Xu Xin knew that Lao Xu's wife was a doctor.

   But now it sounds like it is still a family of doctors.

   While Xu Haofeng was talking, he asked curiously:

   "You haven't changed your mind yet?"

"without."

  Xu Xin shook his head:

   "Yang Mi and I haven't changed it. Although we say it in private, it's "our father, our mother". But on the surface, we still call him uncle and aunt."

  “…Because there is no wedding?”

   "Yes. No wedding, no change fee, no change. Isn't this Yanjing's rule?"

"That's true…"

  Xu Haofeng nodded, with emotion still on his face:

   "But the old couple are too kind to you..."

  Put a towel in the washbasin and throw a handful of water on it, and put it on your body.

  Because of the hot weather, he simply took off the outer plaid shirt.

   With the cold towel on his neck, he continued:

  “I’ve actually watched kung fu movies since I was a child. Whether it’s Cheng Long, Li Lianjie, or the kind made by any director... I can’t really watch it.”

   "Because I will?"

"Yes... I don't know how to do it myself. When I was young, I grew up with my second grandfather. At that time, my parents were at work, and the old man led me. He can pamper me. You say eat candy, drink saccharine water, or Why, I didn’t say anything. Have you ever seen that kind of crossbow when you were young?”

   "...?"

  Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

   "The pistol made with disposable chopsticks?"

"No, that's all later. When I was young, I used willow branches. I roasted the willow branches on the fire, and they were very tough. Handle, the kind with the slide rails. Use a sharpened pick to rest on... whoosh!"

  Xu Haofeng vividly described his childhood anecdotes:

   "Aim at the pile of sparrows, within twenty steps, one at a time."

   "..."

   It would not be an exaggeration for Xu Xin to say he was dumbfounded.

  Can't help but ask:

   "That can be considered a weapon, right?"

   "Forget it. Why don't you count it? They can penetrate armor. If you replace it with an iron needle, it will be a nail that penetrates armor."

  Xu Haofeng smiled proudly:

"It takes a lot of work and materials. First of all, the wooden handle needs to be made a little bit, and the second is the roasting method of the wicker. Before roasting, a special kind of water needs to be soaked, and the temperature is also very particular... Now that I think about it, a small There are more than a dozen processes for crossbow arrows. The old man only makes one at most in a day.

   Then I was generous when I was a child, and no one else knew it. When I took it out, other people's children really pushed me for it. Kiss me some **** and I'll play for them.

   Some people are close to me, I just gave them to him.

   Then I turned around and told the old man: I lost it. Do it again. The old man has never said that he is impatient, and he will definitely get me a new one the next day after he smiles... How about it, is it enough to pamper me? If I want the stars, I have to pick them off. "

   "That's enough to hurt and pet."

   "No, but there is only one thing. I am not allowed to play with the martial arts team. I am not even allowed to come to the side."

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid that I'll fall in love... It's not right. Now that I think about it, it should be because I'm afraid that I'll dislike it. I like the beautiful punches and legs of other people's martial arts team, but I hate the ones that the old man taught me... It doesn't look beautiful at all, but How to beat people how to have something.

   It includes fighting with others when I was young. Do you know what the second grandpa said to me? Said: "You must never fight back. If someone hits you, run away. If it doesn't work, tell the teacher, or go to your parents! If you really want to fight back, don't punch him, just kick his leg, and don't touch him above the stomach. bump.

  ...After I gained weight, the old man told me the most: You have to learn to be patient. Don't be impulsive, be patient..."

   "...Is it because you are afraid that you will break someone?"

"Um."

   Now, Xu Xin gradually understood what Old Xu meant.

   Indeed, although usually he always sees his wife playing tricks there.

  But occasionally she uses a few tricks of real kung fu, which can be summed up in two words: awkward.

   It is completely different from the kind of movies and TV shows you know, where two heroes fly up and down, wishing to fight for 800 rounds.

   is an existence that challenges values.

   meet people, meet.

Snapped!

  The slow-handed person lies on the ground.

But…

   "Old Xu, have you thought about it? Now there is no real kung fu. Moreover, the presentation of the screen is itself an aesthetic feast created by filmmakers for the audience."

"I know."

  Xu Haofeng nodded:

"But... the older I get now, the less I like the current kung fu movies. Every time I watch the family members, Yuan Jiaban and others playing tricks full of loopholes, I get goosebumps all over... just When I can understand the mentality of the old man when he taught me these things, I can't see it anymore."

   Then, Xu Xin didn't need to ask, he sighed with eyes full of regret:

"Oh... I'm not good at martial arts. In other people's eyes, it might be something... I have a distinguished family but not a good one. But in fact, I can understand the old man's mentality. It's not that he doesn't teach me... Of course, I must be reluctant to beat me Yes. But most of the time, he himself is a very contradictory individual. If you teach these things to a child, what should he do if he breaks the person? And it’s useless to learn Kung Fu now. How can there be martial arts in the world?”

  Speaking of this, he waved his hand, the sigh in his eyes turned into loneliness:

"There is no martial arts anymore. Even if there were, those heroes in the martial arts may be living in poverty and unsustainable lives behind their high platforms. Therefore, he dare not, does not want to, and is even more reluctant to teach me. But...these things, It is something passed down from the ancestors, so could it be possible to bring it all into the coffin? So, when he taught me, he always kept his hands hidden. He taught form, but not mind. Teaching the law does not teach the body..."

   "This is the prototype of this "Master"?"

"right."

  Xu Haofeng nodded, took a towel and wiped it... I don't know if it was sweat or other faces.

"After understanding the contradictions and complexities of the old man, I wanted to write a story about these. In the book, I will discuss whether it is the fault of those masters who don't teach things, or... After they realized that martial arts is no longer suitable for that After the era, should one's own confusion be passed on to the next generation..."

   "..."

  Xu Xin didn't say a word.

   Just passed another cigarette.

   And made up his mind to read this novel called "Master" after Lao Xu left.

   After lighting the cigarette, old Xu said:

   "So I'm going to be a director myself."

"Well…"

  As soon as Xu Xin heard the meaning, he related to the topic they had just talked about, and asked directly;

   "Want to shoot some "real kung fu"?"

"right."

  Xu Haofeng responded:

"The kung fu produced by it may not be good-looking, and may be unacceptable to many kung fu movie lovers. But... just like the old man treated me. You can ignore it, but at least you must leave something on the "shape". Let everyone After seeing it, I found: Oh? So the real kung fu is like this... I also tell everyone that martial arts is not just a show of fists and tricks. When it comes to real fighting, it is kung fu of fighting people desperately."

   "..."

   Tut.

  Xu Xin was speechless.

   It's not that I'm shocked, but I don't know what to say.

  In all honesty, as a director...he disagrees with Lao Xu's idea.

  Movies have gradually evolved into an art from the pastime when they were born.

  The beauty of the picture is definitely a very important part.

  There are many elements that make up the beauty of the picture, such as various scenery, portraits, light, etc...

  In Kung Fu movies, let’s not discuss these things for the time being. It also has an essential requirement, that is, "kungfu must be played well."

   This is also one of the driving forces behind the development of Kung Fu movies.

  But now a person... who is not a director, says in front of himself that he is going to make a film that is "not very good-looking"...or, in other words, violates the core concept of the driving force of kung fu movies from the very beginning, and he will definitely scoff at it.

  My heart is "cute and new" in the final analysis. I haven't entered the industry yet, so I want to slap the five whites of the Central Plains.

  But...

  He understood what Lao Xu was thinking.

   "Something must be left for future generations."

  When this artistic conception comes out...

  He doesn't know what other people think, but for him, he has to give Lao Xu a thumbs up.

But…

  Behind the art palace of movies, there are also rivers piled with money.

   Without this river, ninety-nine percent of the people in the art hall would starve to death.

  Do not discuss the script, nor mention the storyline.

   Kung Fu movies, just because they are "not good-looking", is enough to be sentenced to death.

   "You want to put this idea into practice, it is very difficult."

   "The market is the hard part, isn't it?"

  Obviously, Xu Haofeng also understood what Xu Xin meant.

   There was also a hint of helplessness on his face:

"In fact, since I came up with this idea, I have always known that this is a difficulty. To put it bluntly... Even if it is produced at a small cost, it will cost several million? But when I think of using other people's money to make things happen , I lost it myself, and I don't feel sorry for it. But the problem is... I really want to leave something... Let me be honest, Xiao Xu, you know that there is one thing I am most dissatisfied with in this "Master" novel. where?"

"where?"

"Those martial arts rules... Before I started writing, I had a rough idea in my mind. But after I started writing, I found that a lot of things that my second grandfather told me, and some experiences in the world, were clearly in my mind. I have heard and thought about it. Even a few years ago I was still thinking about it. But now I suddenly forgot... I can't remember it..."

   "..."

  In Xu Xin's speechless, he pointed to his brain:

   "It's really old. If you're less than 40 years old, your memory won't work."

  The 37-year-old "young man" couldn't hide his disappointment.

  As if that boy was just yesterday.

   But looking back suddenly, it is a dream bubble that looks like flowers in the mist.

   Can no longer be seen or touched.

  The flower has a reopening day.

  There is no longer a young man.

  If Xu Xin, who was in a sane state, heard this, he might smile and comfort him with a joke like "go back and eat more Liuwei Dihuang Wan, and you will have everything".

  Because he knows that everyone will grow old.

  Heroes are late, beauties are old.

   is normal.

  As far as industry practitioners are concerned, he believes that if a film is given some factors that are greater than the story at the beginning of creation, then the script will undoubtedly fail.

  When you watch a movie, what matters is not what the director expresses.

   Instead, first look at what the story is about.

  It seems that when many people mention "Summer of Kikujiro", they will think of the famous summer song by Joe Hisaishi.

  But if you watch this movie by Takeshi Kitano because of this song, you will find that its initial impression is a very weird road movie.

  Especially Takeshi Kitano's acting skills.

  The kind of facial paralysis acting skills and poor lines, combined with some absurd plots, will make you doubt life.

  But after watching it slowly for the second time, you will find that the look and feel is much better.

  But this kind of movie that requires careful attention usually explodes at the box office.

  Flash the street.

   In Xu Xin's case... Although he doesn't think the other party is a failure, he can't say he likes it.

   Nothing in a movie should escape the absolute principle of storytelling.

   Shoot a good story first.

  As for what you want to entrust in the story, let those audiences who like this movie after watching it go and taste it slowly.

  For a director who can’t even make a good story, it’s better to go back and practice the basic skills first.

   This is his usual point of view.

  However, I drank wine at the moment.

  When people drink alcohol, they are easily impulsive.

   What's more, he once dreamed that he drank and beat people into vegetative states...

  He understood what Lao Xu meant.

  I also understand that he wants to leave to this generation the traces of those "Mr. Er", "Li Shuwen", and "Gong Houzi" in the Republic of China that are close to the real and can be used as evidence and reference for future generations.

  People live for decades, if they can leave something to this world.

  No matter how you think about it, it is a...very happy thing.

  So, before he could react rationally, his subconscious mind silently asked himself three questions.

   One, do I have money?

  Second, am I short of money?

  Third, will Yang Mi be angry if I spend money?

  These three questions didn't even cross his mind.

  After subconsciously giving the answer, looking at Lao Xu's melancholy appearance, he chuckled and said:

   "Then this matter is not easy? If you want to find investment, just ask me. I will vote for you."

   "..."

  Xu Haofeng was taken aback.

   After glancing at Xu Xin, he rolled his eyes:

   "Pull it down. I asked you for a drink today, just to chat, not to ask you for investment sponsorship. You say that, how can I drink this wine?"

   "Haha~"

  Xu Xin laughed, with a relaxed tone:

   "Why can't you drink it? I, Wang Duoyu, voted for your movie."

"…who?"

  Xu Haofeng was dumbfounded again:

   "King... what fish?"

"…ah?"

  Xu Xin was also taken aback:

"What?"

   "... As you said just now, you Wang Duoyu voted for this movie. Who is Wang Duoyu?"

"ah…?"

   Xu Xin, who didn't even know why he came up with such a sentence, scratched his head:

   "I don't know either, so I just said something casually. But that's what it means. You can follow the way you want to get it. I'll vote for this script for you."

   "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this topic."

  Xu Haofeng shook his head.

  From the beginning to the end, he never came to solicit investment ideas.

  This is the end of our conversation today.

  I just said my wish that I had just born in the past two years.

  Although Xiao Xu's decision to vote for himself is quite righteous, and he is deeply moved.

   But the problem is... he really can't do that.

  People are open and aboveboard, and I can't hide my little thoughts.

   What's more, he doesn't know where the script is.

   These things are just a vague impression in his mind at present, and he has not even thought about the real script story.

   Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Xu Xin didn't force him, but made another promise with the strength of wine:

"Anyway, you see, if you want to shoot this script, I will vote. It doesn't matter what the box office, investment, or return are. Your concept is right. The important thing is to leave something behind so that everyone can see the real kung fu. .Even if...it's not pretty."

  …

  Old Xu's drink came here out of pleasure, and he returned with full enjoyment.

  Maotai drank another half bottle.

   Calculated by the two of them, it would be about six taels after each person drank.

  No more, no less, just right.

  Because of the hot weather, Xu Xin also sweated a lot. Under the influence of metabolism, he actually got drunk quite quickly today.

  By the time Yang Mi returned home, he was already fast asleep under the quilt in the small room in the second bedroom.

  In the next two days, the entire Chikan, or people across the country will be paying attention to a major event.

  College entrance examination.

  Walking on the street, Xu Xin can often see vehicles with green ribbons tied to the rear view mirror passing through the street.

  These vehicles with green ribbons are all vehicles that unconditionally send candidates to school.

   If students who are going to take the college entrance examination are late due to some accidents, they can directly stop these private cars like taxis and send them to the examination room.

   If you are in a hurry when you leave, you don’t even need to say thank you. Instead, you will get a good wish of “Student, take the exam well”.

  Xu Xin also thinks that such activities are very meaningful.

  Because he will no longer go to the crew of "The Grandmaster", he also plans to get up early in the morning these two days and act as a driver for the students.

  Can think about what if the other party recognizes...

  It’s okay if I’m a normal fan.

   If you meet a black fan, don't just yell like a dog. What if I go to the examination room and fail to pass the exam, what should I do if I put the blame on Xu Gou?

   Forget it, forget it, you can't afford it.

   But the road is much quieter, which is true.

  At this juncture, even the most unqualified drivers are unwilling to use their horns to disturb those students who are studying hard and waiting to change their destiny.

  In this dynasty, the feelings and tenderness of the people of Yanhuang all over the world are fully revealed.

  Two days of college entrance examination.

   Next is the art test. (Note 1)

  The art exam was over, on the afternoon of June 10th, Xu Xin received a call from Yu Zhen:

"Xu Xin, that student named Nazha performed very well. I went to the examination room to check it out. Even if you don't say hello, her professional level is enough to get in. Her appearance also surprised several assessment teachers. Now It depends on the cultural class. As long as the cultural class meets the standards, then it can be accepted."

   "Hey, okay, Teacher Yu, thank you."

  Xu Xin smiled and thanked him.

   "Well, it's okay, you are busy, I hung up."

   Yu Zhen hung up the phone.

  There is no need for the master and apprentice to exchange so many pleasantries.

   On the contrary, it looks raw.

   After hanging up the phone, Xu Xin did not directly notify Nazha, but sent Yang Mi a message:

   "Teacher Yu called and said that Nazha is doing well. I don't care about this matter, you can figure it out."

   After posting, he pushed the two babies:

   "Daddy is going to eat ice cream!"

  Under the innocence of the two cute babies with big eyes, he uttered the most inhuman words:

   "Dad eat, you two watch, okay?"

(Note 1: Still the same sentence, don’t worry about the college entrance examination and art examination. Because I didn’t understand it before, after being popularized by a reader in this chapter, I figured it out. But the problem is that the timeline has also passed. So I have no choice but to come by mistake.)

  (end of this chapter)