I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 323 321. "Sunspot" and "Conquest"

  I spent a total of three and a half days in Shanghai.

  When he left, he also walked with Zhang Wu, and he didn't even see Xu Yang and the others.

   It’s not that I don’t have time.

   But dare not.

   Even after drinking the wine, he really couldn't bear it.

  Although the Fat Boys can’t talk about wine barrels, the concept that there is no feast without wine is here.

  Xu Xin estimated that if he drank like this again, he would have to sink into the Huangpu River.

   Arrived home at almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. When it was hot, he had just entered the door when he heard Yang Mi's voice from the kitchen:

   "Who is it?"

   "I...how did you go to the kitchen?"

Putting down the suitcase, Xu Xin turned directly into the kitchen, only to see his silly daughter-in-law looking at her with her belly puffed out, and there was an apron standing next to her, holding a rolling pin in her hand, constantly stirring the pot The bad luck of something.

   The unlucky one is none other than Sun Ting.

  Sister Mi's first assistant is now full of big men, looking at him with speechless eyes.

   "I'm back~!"

  Yang Mi looked surprised, and then said:

   "Jiaojiao, put all his clothes in the washing machine room."

   "Okay, sister."

  Zhang Jiao responded, and left with Xu Xin's suitcase.

"what to do?"

   "Aren't you suffering from drinking and drinking these days, I'll boil you some cold noodles to relieve the heat."

   "..."

  The care from his wife did not make Xu Xin feel much warmth.

   On the contrary, she became more and more sympathetic to Sun Ting who was wheezing with the rolling pin.

  How about cold noodle fish fish...

   is a kung fu dish.

   Very troublesome.

   Made with pea flour.

   The pea powder should be melted first, then poured into the hot water pot, and then it must be stirred continuously...

   Speed ​​can neither be fast nor slow.

  Then the heat should not be too high.

   It has to be stirred and stirred until it is as clear as a bowl of transparent paste, and then it starts to run in cold water.

   When the fish soaked in cold water is gently stirred, it looks like a real little fish came to life.

  It is beautiful and delicious.

   But if you really want to do it yourself, it will be exhausting.

  Yang Mi is a pregnant woman, so she must not have the mentality.

   Then Sun Ting will suffer.

   "Tingting, do it well, and make it for your husband when you get married."

   These are the only words Xu Xin can comfort her.

   Sun Ting is more straightforward:

   "Brother, before you said this, my sister already told me that if my husband dares to eat this in the future, let me knock his head off with a rolling pin."

   "..."

  Xu Xin looked at Yang Mi who was smiling at the side speechlessly:

   "Can't you teach something good?"

   "Teach me, I taught her a hand-holding move. When the couple fights in the future, if this palm goes down, it can range from coma to hospital. Anyway, I just come in standing up and go out sideways~"

   "..."

real.

  Xu Xin really regretted letting her learn martial arts.

   Having friends coming from afar is not enough for you!

  Glaring at her angrily, he looked at the translucent paste in the pot again, and nodded:

   "It's almost there, where are the ice cubes, I'm going to get cold water."

   "In the refrigerator, find a big basin and use the Evian in the box at the door. The water pipe here burst on the day you left, and the neighbors said that a mouse got in. It's disgusting."

   "...????"

  Xu Xinxin said that it was Chaoyang aunt who was talking nonsense with your old man there again.

   But I don’t refute it, let’s just go with Evian.

  Anyway, Shui Zai Zai and Niu Niu who have finished eating this pot of fish can also drink it.

   Well, it's not a waste.

  …

  The last step of this cold noodle fish fish is to take a colander and pour a spoonful of pea flour paste into the colander, so that the paste presents a drop-like crackle and falls into the cold water to shape it.

   This step is particularly decompressive, at least both Xu Xin and Yang Mi like this step.

  However, due to the power of that "palm support", Xu Xin still gave up the job to the pregnant woman.

  He himself was chopping garlic bitterly.

   I have to make chili oil, stir-fry leeks and so on.

   This is where Shaanxi people pay attention to eating noodles.

   They are also noodles, but different noodles require different flavors.

  They are all connoisseurs of eating noodles. Whether you use this bowl of noodles with care or not, it depends on whether the dishes are evenly ordered.

  The sky and the earth are big, and eating is the biggest thing.

  From traffickers and pawns to royal family and nobles, no one dares to fool them.

  Xu Xin didn't dare either.

   And the couple is busy here with Sun Ting, who is hahaha, so naturally they have to talk about homework:

   "I have to see someone tomorrow."

   "Who is it?"

   "Lu Haibo, do you know?"

   "I do know Huang Haibo."

   "Sister Bingbing found a literary consultant. He sounds very famous. I plan to meet him."

   "Go. You can meet other people too."

   "The script of "The Deal" is already in the works?"

"Um."

   "What about The Voice?"

"August 1st happens to be Saturday, the first broadcast. From 8 o'clock on Shaanxi TV, there will be a 4.5-minute opening commercial time including the opening title. But Xiying Channel does not have it, and it will start broadcasting directly at 8 o'clock. First, in the province and signal coverage In the end, it will be a good start to increase the ratings."

   "Finished editing?"

   "Well, the audition is almost finished editing."

   "Where is the film source?"

   "It's on the computer, I'll watch it later. I've finished reading it, oh, it's so interesting..."

   "So, the quality is good?"

   "It should be said that it is very good!"

   "Then you won't praise me?"

   "My brother is really a genius~~~"

   While chatting, prepare dinner.

  Finally, in this scorching summer, two bowls of cold noodles with fish fish brought Xu Xin back to his soul.

   After dinner, he went to the screening room, looked at the video file of the blind selection scene of "The Voice" on the computer, and double-clicked to open it.

   After confirming that Yang Mi would not come over, she happily turned on the air purifier, lit a cigarette, and narrowed her eyes comfortably while watching the opening title of "The Voice".

  …

   "Mr. Lu, hello, hello."

  In the tea house, Xu Xin stared at the three people who opened the door and walked in. After a moment of surprise, he stood up to greet them.

  The person who came was a middle-aged man who walked in with a pair of young men and women behind him.

"Ha ha."

  Looking at Xu Xin who got up, although it was the first time they met, because they had already communicated by phone in advance, the two of them didn't feel that special.

   "Hi, Director Xu."

   "Don't don't don't."

  Xu Xin quickly shook his head.

   "You are a teacher and I am a student, just call me Xiao Xu."

   It's not that he's being humble or anything.

   But this is really a teacher.

Liang Bingning gave him detailed information. Although Beijing Film and Chinese Opera have been in competition for so many years, from the perspective of teachers, Xu Xin, who has not yet obtained a diploma, and the film and television department of Chinese Opera in front of him The head of the department compared it, and it was normal to call this teacher.

   But after hearing this, Lu Haibo smiled and shook his head:

   "It's different. From the perspective of working relationship, it would be more appropriate to call him Director Xu. Well, it's just a title, don't worry so much."

  This is very clear.

   Xu Xin immediately felt a little fond of him.

   Then I saw Lu Haibo turned away:

   "My son, Lu Yang. He graduated from Beijing Film Academy in 2007 and is currently a director."

"Well."

  Xu Xin was taken aback.

   Or senior?

   And Lu Yang has already extended his hand politely:

   "Hello, Director Xu. I'm Lu Yang~ This is my girlfriend Chen Shu. Please don't mind if I take the liberty to visit."

  After his introduction, Xu Xin can more or less guess why Lu Haibo brought his son here.

   Even, he reckoned that this director named Lu Yang and his girlfriend, this girl named Chen Shu should get married soon...or at least they have reached the point where they are talking about marriage.

  Otherwise, if it is purely just a girlfriend, it should be unreasonable to meet abruptly as a girlfriend on this occasion.

but…

   Would it be better to call her fiancee at this time?

  He was thinking about something in his mind, but he didn't speak slowly.

   "Hello, Director Lu. Hello, Director Chen."

  Don’t care about the director, screenwriter or whatever.

   Calling a director is always right.

  Although as a director, he doesn't want to listen to others and sees that people are guided by this and that. But I have to admit that this is a very suitable way of addressing in this circle.

   Then, the four sat down.

  Lu Haibo smiled and said:

"I brought my two children here this time, and I actually wanted to get to know Director Xu. A few days ago, I heard that Director Xu was also recruiting a screenwriting team. When Bingbing told me, I also thought it was a good way for them to improve their abilities. It was an opportunity, so I brought it here. It's a bit presumptuous, I hope Director Xu doesn't mind."

   "How can it be."

  Xu Xin smiled and shook his head:

   "Ms. Lu's words are too polite. Although I came here to invite you, the great Buddha, I am also very happy to meet Lu Dao and Chen Dao."

  After distinguishing the three people by the titles of director and teacher, he turned his head to look at the slightly restrained Lu Yang and Chen Shu:

   "Let's leave a call later and keep in touch."

   "Okay, Director Xu."

   Lu Yang smiled and nodded.

  …

  In fact, Lu Haibo's meaning is quite simple.

  The main purpose of his coming today is to pave a way for his son.

   As for the application for a literary consultant, he did not intend to refuse. And also showed his sincerity.

   After chatting about the creative concept for a while and exchanging ideas about the director, he took out a book from his bag.

  Book Title: "Sunspot" (Note 1)

"Director Xu, I think this book is good. It is one of the few stories I have read recently that I can feel the struggle of human nature through text description. Its main idea of ​​the story is somewhat similar to "Crime and Punishment", but closer to In the portrayal of group portraits, it mainly tells the story of three men and an abandoned girl. It is very profound, and I think it is very good. The publishing house is Magic City Literature and Art, and I have an old classmate over there. After reading the story I just asked, and the copyright is still in the hands of the author, Xu Yigua."

"oh?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin took the book.

   "You've probably read a thousand stories about murder.

   But there has never been a sinful confession.

  So long, so small, so hopeless, so sad. "--"sunspot"

   Seeing the writing on the cover, Xu Xin raised his head and asked:

   "Is it about a murder case?"

"No."

  Lu Haibo shook his head:

"Its murder process is quite simple. From the perspective of the audience, there are no secrets. The reason why I say it is very good-looking is also the reason why I think it is great. It does not set any suspense or the like, but in the murder case. After the incident, it tells about the inner struggles and sufferings that the three people faced all the time during this period of escape.

  In this book, everyone has redemption, but all redemption is based on their deep understanding of the bottom line of the law. Therefore, it seems that he has been redeemed, but there is always a perfunctory feeling that is trying to cover up.

  The story line and storyline are great.

  Everywhere reveals paleness and powerlessness, as well as that...hidden feeling of wanting to repent but failing under the struggle.

   After watching Director Xu's "The Wind", I found that Director Xu is very good at group portraits. And various shooting ideas, also like to use the form of blank space to allow the audience to penetrate into the inner world of the characters and the story. Of course, what I mean is that aside from the premise that many people are paying attention to Director Xu on the premise of the light and shadow effects created by the movie "The Wind"...

  So, I think this book is very suitable for Director Xu. "

  What Xu Xin said made Xu Xin frowned.

   It's not that I don't like it, but I'm a little curious.

  The job of a literary consultant is actually such a job.

   It is not full-time, but part-time.

  In fact, to put it bluntly, it’s like a book club.

  Everyone introduces and shares some books with everyone through their own preferences and tastes.

   That's the job of a literary consultant.

  But you can’t just introduce without saying anything. After all, every director has a different style and a different perspective on things. It’s better to be able to express your own understanding and a suitable entry point.

  Lu Haibo is obviously very professional.

  It's right to think about it, the director of the film and television drama department of Chinese opera, how could it be possible that he doesn't understand anything.

   It is estimated that many people usually look for him, but if it is not for Liang Bingning's face and for his son's future, Xu Xin himself may not be able to invite this Buddha.

  So, he temporarily suppressed the urge to read immediately, but held the book in front of himself:

   "Okay, then I'll take it back and have a look. Thank you, Teacher Lu."

   "Haha, it's okay, isn't this what it should be?"

"Uh-huh."

  Xu Xin nodded with a smile, and then directed the conversation to Lu Yang:

   "What work is Director Lu busy with recently?"...

  …

"came back?"

"Um."

   "How do you feel? Is Teacher Lu easy to communicate with?"

   "It's very easy to communicate... I'll take a look at this first, and call me when the meal is ready."

  Xu Xin raised the book in his hand.

  Yang Mi nodded:

"Um."

   "Jiaojiao. I'll send you two phone numbers, please remember. One is called Lu Yang and the other is called Chen Shu. They are two directors. If they want anything in the future, just communicate normally."

   "Alright Brother Xu."

  After giving orders, Xu Xin walked to the study room, turned on the air conditioner first, and took the cigarette case to the kennel in the backyard.

  It's almost noon now, and the backyard is still a bit shady.

  Although it is next to the kennel, this is the only place where he can smoke at home recently.

   But this state will not last long.

   After the child is born, the two yards will start construction next year.

  The design plan has come out.

  Xu Xin didn't ask much, and the east yard was directly changed into his office area.

   Even the study room, with audio-visual room and so on, occupies one-third of the entire yard.

   At that time, various advanced air purification systems will be installed.

  Don't talk about smoking.

  The kind that smokes a cannon without seeing a trace of gunpowder.

   Sitting on the bluestone slab in the backyard, he had just lit a cigarette when he heard footsteps.

  Yang Mi came over with a thermos cup:

   "Sour plum soup, I made it this morning. It's still iced."

"Um."

  Xu Xin responded.

  There is no need to say much about the tacit understanding between the old husband and wife.

"The moonlight shone grayly on the black beach. At the brightest moment, it was not as white as the bodies of some girls who swim at night. Today's tide is blackjack, so people who swim at night on the beach along Huandao Road a lot of…"

  Looking at the content of the first paragraph in the book, Xu Xin began to think about what kind of scene this is, and how to make the composition...

  Pure occupational disease.

   And Yang Mi said at this time:

   "Eat ribs for lunch."

"good."

"Um."

  …

   August 1st.

Night.

7 o'clock.

  The piano sound like flowing water echoed in the living room on the top floor of the Dahu Mansion.

  The beautiful melody of the Steinway Lang Lang series, listening to Yang Mi caressing her stomach, fascinated.

   It is estimated that all heaven and earth came to look for Lang Lang to play various pianos to calm the baby during the prenatal education period. Except for Lang Lang's future daughter-in-law, Yang Mi is the only one.

   Today is the premiere of "The Voice".

  Although everyone has seen the negatives of the edited version, they must support their own programs when they should.

   And a piece ends...

   "Why is no one applauding?"

   Lang Lang was a little speechless.

  Looking at Yang Mi who is leaning on the chair with her stomach covered and enjoying herself.

   Looked at Xu Xin who was reading with his head down...

   Finally, his eyes fell on the drowsy Wang Sicong:

   "Why are you still asleep?"

"…ah?"

  The elder king raised his head in a daze:

"What?"

   "..."

   Lang Lang was a little helpless.

  Xin said that even the president of the United States has to listen to me playing the piano with concentration, and then applaud me after a piece of music is over.

  These three fathers are good~www.readwn.com~ Prenatal education is fine.

  How can you still fall asleep?

   And I didn’t know where to go for a while last night. Today, Wang Sicong, who looks particularly sluggish, waved his hand:

   "What about you...can you be more cheerful? What about "Croatian Rhapsody"..."Flight of the Bumblebee" is also fine. I was sleepy..."

   "I'm tired, can you go to sleep?"

   "Don't you want to save face, the great pianist Lang Lang plays the piano, I'll go to bed? What a shame to say it."

   "I beg you, please give me a quick kiss and go to sleep! I don't bother anyone else."

   "Go away, I said I was going to sleep just now, but you didn't let me go, now you let me go to sleep again?"

"you…"

   "Oh, are you two annoying?"

  Yang Mi is not happy anymore:

   "I'm communicating with my son. Why are you two scribbling so much?"

  Wang Sicong's mouth twitched, and he snapped his fingers at Xu Xin who was reading on the sofa beside him speechlessly:

   "Hey, young man, can you take care of your wife?"

   "...Huh? What?"

   Xu Xin raised his head in a daze.

   "..."

   "..."

  The two of them were a little speechless again.

   Lang Lang played another melody on the piano with one hand, and asked while playing:

   "Have you been so obsessed with this book recently? Dazed?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin was a little puzzled:

   "Didn't I recommend it to you? Didn't you watch it?"

   "I read it. But I don't have deep empathy for this kind of story. People's life is miserable enough. Instead of thinking about the human struggle of murder, I might as well watch "Old Master Q" for a while."

   Obviously, Lang Lang was not interested in this story.

  Hearing this, Xu Xin turned to look at Wang Sicong again:

   "What about you? Have you read it?"

"No ah."

   "...Didn't I give you a copy?"

   "I went to drink that day, and it seems to have been lost in the car, right? I forgot whether it was the car I let go or the driver pulled me back into the car, and I didn't bother to look for it."

   "..."

  Xu Xin was speechless for a moment.

   "One is ignorant, the other is ignorant... How the **** did I know you two?"

   "Hey~"

  The young master is not ashamed but proud:

   "The two of us just watched it together. Who really plans to make a movie like you... By the way, how much is the copyright? Did you buy it?"

   "We've been talking for the past two days."

   "How much is it estimated?"

   "A hundred thousand or so?"

  Xu Xin casually quoted a price.

   "Tsk, the money came so fast~"

  Wang Sicong was a little emotional.

  At this time...

   "If you two want to chat, can you go to the study room to chat...Big brothers, let me prenatal education!"

  Because Lang Lang's piano sound was mixed with the movements of these two people, Yang Mi was a little speechless.

"have to."

  The young master patted Xu Xin's leg:

   "Let's go...More than half an hour, smoke an eggplant~"

"Walk."

   "Take me one~"

  As soon as he heard that he was going to smoke a cigar, Lang Lang stopped playing the piano.

result…

   "Sit there for me! I'm prenatal education!"

   "..."

  Under Lang Lang's speechless gaze, Wang Sicong shrugged at Xu Xin:

   "Hey, look at his unlucky appearance."

   "No way~"

  Xu Xin agreed.

   "Go to enjoy the cool under the grape arbor, I have to do it. I just want to come here to open the dark~ Is it retribution?"

   "..."

   Lang Lang was speechless.

   With a look of exasperation.

  …

   8:05.

  Shaantai.

   "The prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties is drunk, Xifeng has been three thousand years! Hello everyone, welcome to the blind selection site of "The Voice of Heaven" exclusively titled by Xifeng Wine, I am the host Sa Beining!"

  On the 100-inch projector, the moment Sa Beining's voice sounded in a neat suit, everyone including Xu Xin showed a little nervous look.

   Nervous for no reason.

   "Old Xu, when will the ratings of Shaanxi TV be sent?"

   "I didn't ask them to post it. I just waited until 9:45 to finish and asked them to post the total ratings."

   "...It's okay, Shi Shi's ratings are really too annoying."

"Um…"

   Following the words, Sa Beining on the stage also thoroughly introduced the rules.

   Next, the tutor comes on stage!

  As a few people who have watched the recording scene on the spot, the appearance of the mentor is actually nothing new.

   It is nothing more than a few more screen introductions compared to the scene.

  For example, Jay Chou’s achievements, Han Hong’s achievements, etc.

  Amidst the cheers from the audience on the TV, Sa Bening announced that the first contestant would be on stage.

   Immediately after, the screen starts to switch.

  The interview screen of Yang Ying and Hu Xia came into view.

   "Yo, I can't tell, she's quite photogenic."

  As soon as Wang Sicong's voice sounded, Yang Mi rolled her eyes:

   "Brother, you can see it, why are the words so broken?"

  Wang Sicong shrugged and closed his mouth.

   "My name is Hu Xia, from Guangxi..."

After Hu Xia's self-introduction and Yang Ying's interview were completed bit by bit, Hu Xia, who was carrying a guitar and hung a harmonica around his neck, yelled out the target language of the program "Voice of Heaven, I'm here!" , took the microphone of the field manager and stepped onto the stage.

   Then, when the guitar and the first song "a long time ago" sounded, the four-sound effect of "bang bang bang bang" sounded on the TV.

  As the first player to get four turns and set the record for the fastest turning chair in "The Voice" with the first four turns, he happened to be at the right time, and he should be placed in the first position as it should be.

   Didn't do anything to suppress first and then rise.

   There is no suspense.

   "The Voice" used the opening Wang Zha, like all the variety shows on the golden eight o'clock weekend, to announce the mighty sound of fate echoing:

"I come."

"I see."

   "I conquer."

   Toothache, the tooth is swollen and can't be operated on... I really...

  (end of this chapter)