I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 438 436. Zhang Family Banquet

  Xu Xin stayed in Shanghai for three days this time.

  Actually, if we really want to talk about the short performance of less than one hour at the opening ceremony, it would not have been like this. At least as a person who came to the Olympics, after seeing the program flow, I feel that this kind of thing can basically be passed in three or five rehearsals at most.

  It is unnecessary to have such frequent meetings, research, and repeated discussions and confirmations.

   But there is nothing to do.

  Because "the market" is like this.

   If you don’t hold meetings, research, watch or comment repeatedly, it will appear that you don’t pay enough attention to it.

  So, the actors who received rehearsals and speeches were tired.

   People like Xu Xin are also tired.

   But everyone has to keep doing it.

  No, Xu Xin hasn't left yet, and the date of his next visit to Shanghai has already been set.

  One week later, the director team invited the artists from various countries who expressed the concept of "common prosperity" to come to the World Expo, and this time Xu Xin and Zhang Wu were to receive the Olympic Games representatives.

  Let’s discuss together the performance experience that surprised the world in 2008, and improve their artistic level through art discussion.

  This is a cliche, but it still has to be done.

  At noon on the 25th, he finished his trip to Shanghai, and after saying goodbye to Zhang Wu, he took a plane and went directly to Wuxi, which is commonly known as Wuxi, which landed just after takeoff.

  To tell you the truth, it took exactly two hours to arrive in Wuxi after waiting for take-off at the security checkpoint and arranging flight routes.

   It's really not as fast as he drives.

  But compared with the cost of tens of thousands more toss to fly the plane to Wuxi, and then directly from Wuxi back to Yanjing.

   Or come out of Wuxi and return to Shanghai...

  He decisively chose the former.

   It is not possible to make tens of thousands of dollars "difficult" like this.

   When we arrived in Wuxi, it was after two o'clock in the afternoon.

  Zhang Mo personally came to pick him up a few times.

   After he got in the car, the first sentence was:

   "When I was in the United States, I also met some rich people. Your distance is equivalent to the distance from Philadelphia to New York... They can take a helicopter at most. I am really knowledgeable."

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "Understood, Sister Mo is asking me to buy a helicopter, right?"

   "..."

  The corner of Zhang Mo's mouth twitched.

Fine.

OK.

Um.

   After making a joke, Xu Xin leaned on this very low-key Lexus seat and asked:

   "Where is Aunt Ting at home?"

"Well. My dad didn't come back. He said he was coming back, but Nanjing is temporarily inseparable. A few Americans have come. He plans to use a foreign special effects team for this shooting, and he also needs a Hollywood one. The movie star is here, so we are negotiating with this aspect.”

   "It's okay, I'll just have a meal and leave."

  Xu Xin said with a smile:

   "After dinner at night, I have nothing to do and I will go back to take care of the baby."

"So fast?"

   "That's right, on the "Bite of the Tongue", the team invited a few food writers to act as consultants. Everyone wants to talk about the theme of the shooting, and they are all waiting for me."

   "This... alright. I also said that I'm going to finish my work here tomorrow and we'll go together, and I'll catch up with your plane too."

   "It's definitely too late this time, my appointment is tomorrow."

"Um."

  While the two were chatting about work matters, Xu Xin looked at this legendary city where "there is water in the morning, and the water in the afternoon".

  In order to film "Bite of the Tongue", he checked some information and asked:

   "This place's big hot dry shreds and what...is the meat delicious?"

"You can have it tonight. Dried shredded meat is okay, but you are a distinguished guest. Aunt Ting's house has been busy preparing these for you since yesterday. You eat it tonight This meal, basically... you can eat any special home-cooked food in Wuxi."

   "The bridgehead ribs, do you have them?"

   "You also know this?"

"Sure, I bought the first edition of "New Concept Composition" when I was in the first year of junior high school, and there was a story in it that said that. What are you talking about... a Taoist priest left a straw mat and used this straw mat A pot of pork ribs was burnt with shredded grass, and the taste is so delicious..."

   "..."

  For a while, Zhang Mo didn't know what to say.

  She is not from Wuxi either.

  Although she has read "New Concept Composition", she really doesn't know the so-called "first edition".

   Naturally, I don’t know this article.

   What's more... She is also from Northwest China, and her perception of Wuxi cuisine is actually average.

  The bridgehead ribs are too sweet.

dislike.

  I hope he can eat to his satisfaction.

  The Lexus drove all the way up the Taihu Lake and came to a villa area.

  The name is: Huguangshanse Villa Area.

  However, this villa area should be quite large, and this area is called Huxi Manor.

  According to Zhang Mo, the old man bought it for his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

  But because Aunt Ting has to take care of the children all year round, although the family also has a house elsewhere, most of them live here.

  After driving the car in, Zhang Mo opened the window.

  A gust of air that is much fresher than the urban area blows in.

   There is also a faint smell of... a mixture of water and some grass.

   When the car arrived at the gate of the villa, Xu Xin first saw three children playing in the yard.

   Two boys and one girl.

  The tallest boy is slapping a basketball in his hand, while the other two children are fighting for it.

  It seems that these three children should be Yiding, Yinan and Yijiao.

   And Lexus also attracted the movement of three children.

  When the car stopped at the parking space, the three children didn't say anything when they saw Xu Xin, the co-pilot got off, but when they saw Zhang Mo got off the car, they quickly surrounded him:

   "Sister~"

"Eh."

   Zhang Mo smiled and picked up Yijiao who was still wearing a cotton vest, and said to the other two younger brothers with a smile:

   "This is your brother Xu Xin."

   "How are you guys?"

  Xu Xin smiled and waved his hand.

   After hearing the name "Xu Xin", Yi Ding was a little curious, while Yi Nan blinked at Xu Xin.

  Only the one in Zhang Mo's arms looked vigilant:

   "Bad guy who snatched daddy!"

   "..."

   "...???"

  The corner of Zhang Mo's mouth twitched.

  Xu Xin was at a loss.

What the hell?

   "Don't talk nonsense, this is Brother Xu Xin!"

   "He's a badass! He's fighting us for Dad!"

  It’s okay if Zhang Mo doesn’t say anything, but when he said it, the little girl quickly started to show her teeth and claws in her sister’s arms...

have to.

   Before he entered the door, he was smashed on the head with a pot.

  Amidst the dumbfounding, the door of the villa was pushed open, and a lady with curly hair and an apron came out:

   "Xu Xin? Welcome, welcome. Come in..."

  She is very beautiful, her skin and complexion are impeccable...

   But it doesn’t mean well maintained, but age.

  Although Xu Xin has to be called Aunt Ting, she is actually from 1981...

  Two years younger than Xu Miao.

   Only two years older than Zhang Mo.

so…

  Don't look at him yelling one by one before, but this "sister" really appeared in front of him, and he was still a little embarrassed.

   And I am very curious about how Sister Mo and Aunt Ting usually get in touch...

   "Aunt Ting. Hello~"

  Hearing this name, Chen Ting smiled and nodded:

   "I've wronged you, otherwise I can call you sister."

   "Don't be wronged or wronged, please don't."

  Xu Xin also hastened to be polite.

  At this time, Yijiao in Zhang Mo's arms began to chant "Forbidden Curse" again.

   "Mom, is he here to grab Dad from me?"

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  The three adults were embarrassed for a while.

  Chen Ting "reprimanded" her daughter speechlessly:

   "Don't talk nonsense, brother Xu Xin is our guest! Call brother!"

  After speaking, she said helplessly to Xu Xin:

   "Usually when he comes back, when we are with our children, as long as we talk about work, he will always bring you in his mouth. For example, we talked about something over dinner with you, and how about movies..."

   "Hahaha, I understand."

  Xu Xin nodded with a smile, and stretched out his hand to the little guy:

   "I won't rob you of your father, so let's be friends, okay?"

   Zhang Yijiao looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, hesitated in Zhang Mo's arms, and stretched it out:

   "pull hook~"

   "Well, puller!"

  So, everyone is happy.

   Under the title of "brother" from the two boys, Xu Xin was invited into the house.

  I also met Aunt Ting's mother who is actually two years younger than the old man and the father who cooks in the kitchen.

  Xu Xin could see that this family seemed to be no stranger to him.

  Although the first meeting was a bit polite, the understanding and welcome revealed in the words cannot be faked.

  Chen Ting did not show Xu Xin around the house.

   Not necessary.

  It's not that people can't afford to live in a villa.

  She just dragged Xu Xin to the table where 8 cold dishes had already been placed, and began to introduce to him tonight's dishes.

  They are all home-cooked dishes, including the eel paste prepared in the pot, and meat stuffed with gluten. Xu Xin just looked at the prepared dishes, and hurriedly said it was simple, and he couldn't eat it.

   More than a dozen dishes are indeed too grand.

   But the atmosphere made him feel very comfortable.

   Nothing out of the ordinary.

   When he came out of the kitchen, he happened to be watching the three children playing with their toys on the climbing mat in front of the sofa.

  The eldest man turned out to be holding a camera.

   But it doesn't look like an expensive model, it's a Nikon... film machine?

  This is quite rare.

  Who doesn’t love high technology nowadays?

  The kind who can play with a film machine and also has a camera. Seeing him holding the camera and looking at him, Xu Xin is happy.

  Yiding held a Dragon Ball manga in his hand.

  He was helping his sister turn the pages.

  Yijiao is using a drawing board, copying Wukong in the comics.

  Although it looks very different, the appearance of the strokes is quite similar.

   "Like photography?"

   Xu Xin didn't sit on the sofa, so he sat cross-legged on the climbing mat and asked.

  Zhang Yinan glanced at his mother next to him, and instead of answering the question, he asked a rhetorical question:

   "Brother, who is better between you and my dad?"

  Xu Xin hasn't answered yet...

   "Dad is amazing!"

  In a word, Zhang Yijiao has already been equated with "the treasure in the palm of the old man" in Xu Xin's heart.

  Based on his understanding of the old man... This kind of "flattery" is the kind that can really melt the heart of a great director.

  So he smiled and nodded to several children:

   "That's right, your father is the most powerful. Brother, I can be regarded as a primary school student at best."

   "Then do you know photography?"

   "... understand a little bit."

  Seeing that a man mistook the bean buns for dry food, Xu Xin said modestly.

   Then, the little boy's desire to win was ignited.

  Putting the camera aside, he quickly ran upstairs.

   Soon came down with two big photobooks:

   "I took this!"

  The expression on his face was a mixture of pride and anticipation.

   Seeing this, Xu Xin took the album, and just opened the title page of the first book, and saw a line of words:

   "Record the moments of beauty in life - Father."

  Seeing this line of words, Xu Xin understood that the old man had made some great wishes for his eldest son.

  So I turned to the first page and saw a few photos.

   There are old men laughing, and there are aunts laughing.

   There are also photos of Yiding and Yijiao when they were young...

  In all honesty, there is no special technical content in the filming, and it should have been filmed a long time ago, after all, the child has not grown up yet.

  But after turning back slowly, he felt the progress of the kid's photography skills.

   It is no longer the kind of lens that casually captures portraits of people, but some landscapes are added.

   There are squares and lakeshores.

  There are dogs and there are cats.

   Then, Xu Xin could see the traces of posing for a photo in the lower part of the album.

  For example, there is an upside-down cat doll next to the wine bottle...

   “What was your inspiration for this photoshoot?”

   he asked, pointing to the photo.

   "It's loneliness! My mother likes to drink red wine when she is alone, and then this cat doll has smiling eyes. I turned it upside down, and the smile turned into sadness..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin nodded slightly:

   "Is it sad because of loneliness? Or sad feeling lonely?"

   "...?"

  When the 9-year-old heard this question, he was a little stuck and couldn't answer it.

  Obviously, his immature outlook on life still can't figure out the difference between these two feelings.

   Seeing this, Xu Xin gave his own interpretation:

  "Look, photography is a form of stereoscopic imaging. When you want to express something when shooting, you have to create a space...build your own imagination."

  He tried his best to use his straightforward tone to help children interpret:

   "Let's treat this little cat doll as a living thing. Think about it, when the cat is lonely, it chooses to drink. After drinking too much, getting drunk, it fell asleep as soon as it lay on the table, right?"

"ah…?"

   "How does a drunk person act lonely? You turn it upside down so that its eyes look like "V_V" which is sad..."

  He simulated an expression:

"But at this time, if you put the wine bottle down...does it mean that it can't even put the bottle in place? And no one will help it upright...especially when there is still some wine in the bottle. The wine is spilled on the table, and the bottle Tilted upside down, the cat doll is facing the sky with sad eyes... Think about it, is it sad because it is lonely? Or when it is sad, it is only you alone?"

  Zhang Yinan is staring at his photo, full of his mother's smiling expectation, exuding his unconstrained thinking that day.

  Unrestrained, free thinking.

   Then gave the answer:

   "It's sad, but there is no one else around, it's lonely!"

   After speaking, he looked at Xu Xin as if eager for an answer:

"Is it right?"

  At this time, a hand fell on his head and touched it:

   "No."

"…ah?"

  Zhang Yinan looked a little confused:

   "Isn't it right? So it's sad because it's lonely?"

   "Not really."

  Xu Xin continued to shake his head with a smile.

   Negated the two answers I gave.

   Now, Zhang Yinan was really confused.

  But Xu Xin closed the album and said to him:

"There is no right answer to art. What you have to do is to stick to your own point of view. You don't need to think about what others think, just stick to your own understanding and do what you do. And this unique Only **** can be called art, understand?"

   "..."

   The boy was puzzled.

But that's okay…

   "Remember my words, don't forget, you will understand slowly in the future."

  Seeing the talent of this child, I hope I can do something. Don’t let this faint brilliance disappear in the powerful and dazzling aura of my father, and don’t let my blindness restrict my unconstrained thinking.

  Xu Xin closed the album and said with a smile.

  (end of this chapter)