I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Old Xu is good at painting, which is recognized by several friends.

  Although I have never seen Lao Xu deliberately paint portraits for anyone, or develop it as a hobby. But my friend's painting skills can be seen from the sub-camera.

  Whether it’s "Secret", "The Wind" or "The Hawthorn Tree"...they have all seen the draft of the storyboard where there is only one "frame" on the entire piece of paper.

  It is like the retrograde vision of Ye Xianglun riding a bicycle in the wind power generation in Chaoyinhai in "The Secret".

  In "The Sound of the Wind", Gu Xiaomeng's classic look back on the chaise longue.

   Or in "The Hawthorn Tree", Lao Qi and Jing Qiu embrace each other on both sides of the river that divides the death line.

  Eligible to be drawn by Lao Xu alone, occupying an entire sheet of A4 paper, and the meticulously crafted pictures are all special descriptions he uses to support his own ideas.

  Each individual shot is the most shocking node in a certain part of the movie.

  The reason why Xu Xin carves so carefully is to verify the conjecture in his mind.

  Combined with the pictures of the shooting location, find the most suitable angle of the camera to express a certain artistic conception in the script.

  He needs to draw very seriously, and then see if the shot on paper has a memorable feeling.

  And these habits, in the eyes of others, become a beautiful sketch, and the surprising painting skills under this sketch.

  Old Xu, he never learned to draw.

   According to him, Uncle Xu said that Aunt Xu is very good at drawing.

  Old Xu seems to have inherited her genes.

  So, in the new house, in Jay Chou's studio, when he wanted to ask others to draw a picture of himself and his mother, he naturally thought of Xu Xin.

  Not for other reasons, but I just feel... If a friend can draw a picture of himself and hang it here, it will be a very honorable thing for him.

  Although Ah Xin's expression in front of him is completely speechless...

   But Jay Chou himself is full of affirmation.

  He actually watched the interview with Xin, where he evaluated several of himself in front of the reporter.

He said that Lang Lang is the best piano artist, that Lao Wang is the richest person, and that he is the king of the Chinese music scene...Of course, these words are a bit exaggerated, but what Ah Xin means is that his friends are so good, if he If you don't allow yourself to be good, the pressure will be great.

  But for several people, why is he not like this?

  The current resume of the 24-year-old...not to mention people of the same age, even if it is placed on people in their 30s, 40s, or even 40s or 50s, his resume is shocking enough.

   On a larger scale, the four of them are all people who strive to maximize their strengths in their respective fields.

   To put it mildly... It is an honor for Jay Chou to get a "virgin painting" from such an excellent friend.

  So, after confirming with his mother that he wanted to put a painting in the studio, the first thing he thought of was not some famous painter who would spend money to invite others to paint for him...but he thought of Xu Xin directly.

   And looking at the shocked look of his friend, he was even happier:

   "Hey, don't be so exaggerated, okay? It's just a painting, isn't it very simple for you?"

   "..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin didn't know how to answer for a moment.

   Is drawing easy?

   Pretty simple.

  Give him a pencil and he can draw.

  Drawing itself is very simple, just draw what you see and think...

Not difficult.

   But the problem is...

   "Do you speak?"

  He pointed to the north wall and asked speechlessly:

   "Such a big one? I have to draw until the year of the monkey?"

   "It doesn't need to be so big, anyway...you can figure out what size it is."

   In this regard, Jay Chou is rare "generous".

   "But it can't be too small. At least it needs to be coordinated in this room~"

   "..."

  Xu Xin looked at the size of the wall. Although he didn't have any specific research on the size of the frame, he knew... at least he had to get a full size to think about it.

  As for whether to color it...he didn't even bother to ask.

  It is not auspicious to use black and white for the paintings given to others.

  So, he looked at the wall, then turned his head to look at the only colorful painting hanging in the entire studio, and asked:

   "Whose painting is this?"

   "Albert Oehlen."

   "...Who?"

   "Uh... a very famous painter. I like his paintings very much, so I bought them back."

   "How much did it cost?"

  Looking at the painting in front of him that he didn't know what it was, he asked a question.

   Jay Chou shrugged slightly, showing his wealth and strength:

   "Less than 800,000."

   "Taiwan dollars?"

   "Fuck, dollar."

   "..."

Fine.

  A painting costs four to five million yuan.

  Don't worry about what you say, this is considered as the best of the best.

  My own paintings should also be hung here...not to mention losing talent.

   "OK, how much time?"

"What?"

   "How much time do you have?"

   "This... I won't rush you, when you finish drawing, just leave it to me."

"OK."

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "What kind of clothes are you two going to wear? Where's the camera? Where do you want to shoot?"

   "I'll show you around to see what background you want to use, let's go."

  Being led by Jay Chou himself, he turned around the upper and lower floors of the entire duplex. From there, it can be said that there are almost no dead ends, where you can see the terrace of the 101 Building, to the corner of the floor overlooking the night view of Taipei.

   After going to his music studio, the room prepared for getting married and having children in the future, etc.

   After turning around once, there was a noise downstairs.

   "Old Xu, is Lao Xu here?"

  Hearing the voice, Xu Xin responded:

"coming."

   Soon, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang came to the terrace.

   Seeing Xu Xin holding a camera in his hand and Jay Chou sitting opposite him, the young master asked in bewilderment:

   "What are you two doing?"

   "The wheel asked me to draw a picture of him and his aunt together. I was looking for a background... This place is not good, the background and everything are available, but... there is no sense of warmth between mother and child. Let's give up on the terrace, it is not suitable."

  Looking at the composition in the camera, Xu Xin shook his head while explaining.

"Sure."

   Jay Chou responded:

   "Actually, I don't want to do it...it seems very rich. I think the painting with my mother can reflect the warmth."

"Um…"

  Listening to the chat between the two, Wang Sicong was taken aback, and subconsciously said:

   "I can also draw, why didn't you find me?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin simply turned his head and glanced at him, then left with his camera and tripod.

   As for Jay Chou, he also glanced at him.

   Only he rolled his eyes.

   After both of them left, Lang Lang took his hands worth 80 million US dollars and patted his friend on the shoulder:

   "Hey, look at that."

  Following the direction he pointed, Maji was digging the straw mattress under his feet in his kennel.

  The reason why the small mattress is designed in this way is that it is specially used for grinding the claws of animals, which can reduce the chance of them harming the furniture.

   And Moji's mattress seems to have been worn for a while, and fine grass silks have appeared on it.

   "...What's wrong?"

  The eldest young master looked puzzled.

  Lang Lang sighed:

   "Alas... Moji's scratching looks better than your drawing."

   "Damn it, you're a bit too embarrassing, aren't you?"

  The young master refused to accept it.

   Seeing this, Lang Lang showed a sarcasm instead:

   "What the **** do you know about Gerhard Richter, or the Baidu Encyclopedia I checked for you? They are all local foxes. What are you talking about with me?"

   "..."

  Under Wang Sicong's eyes, "Although I can't tell you, I don't agree with you", Lang Lang walked out of the viewing terrace indifferently.

  Once upon a time, Lao Wang’s mouth is definitely aimed at burning out the relics.

  It was too difficult for him to succumb to defeat.

   After he left, the elder king turned his eyes and landed on Maji who was still grinding his claws stupidly.

   After thinking for a while, he walked over.

   "Moji, come here."

   "Wow?"

  Maji tilted his head in doubt, and walked to his feet.

  But Wang Sicong ignored it, but took a step forward and looked at the straw mat...

   kicked directly.

   "Wow..."

   Maji looked puzzled.

  Which of us is the dog?

  …

   The decoration style of Jay Chou's home is not static.

  For example, in his music studio, the overall color is different from the simple and bright outside. The entire wall behind the sofa is made of gray stone.

  The stone has the only music-related decoration in the entire studio.

  An abstract painting by Gerhard Richter.

It is no secret that Wheel likes Richter in the circle. Although he is very philanthropic, he also likes artists with different styles such as David Hockney and Basquiat, but Richter is his favorite .

The main reason is that Ms. Ye Huimei likes Richter very much. As early as when Ms. Ye was still teaching and her wheels were still small, she would often take Richter’s paintings to explain to her son and remind him of Richter. spiritual world.

   It's just that she could only look at the collection of paintings back then, but her son has been able to directly buy Richter's paintings for her.

   Few people know about this matter, and the wheel rarely tells others.

  But Xu Xin knew it.

  So, when he saw the abstract painting of Richter in the studio, Xu Xin already knew what he should paint.

   "Old Wang, move the sofa forward."

   "...why me?"

  Wang Sicong was speechless.

  Long Lang is happy:

   "Haha, what do you mean? Then I will come?"

   "..."

  The corner of the young master's mouth twitched, and he complained:

   "Just live with your little left and right!"

   While speaking, he began to move the sofa.

   Just pulled out the sofa, suddenly felt something was wrong, turned to look at Jay Chou:

   "What are you doing standing there? Help!"

   "Hey, I'm the protagonist. Have you ever seen a protagonist who wants to help with the production?"

  Jay Chou chose to side with Lang Lang, with a proud expression on his face.

   "..."

  Wang Sicong opened his mouth...

  Finally resigned to his fate, he drove out of his breastfeeding strength, moved the sofa forward by about a step, and asked:

"Ok?"

  Xu Xin didn't speak, just looked at the picture in the camera, turned to Lang Lang and Jay Chou and said:

   "You two, one on the left and one on the right, sit sideways on the sofa."

   "The two of us?"

   "Well, you two, let me see how it feels."

  Hearing this, the young master asked:

"what about me?"

   "Go to the side after the drama is done, it's not big or small."

   "..."

  The corner of the young master's mouth twitched wildly.

OK.

  Old Xu.

  Sun thief.

   When you die, I will definitely fly to your grave and eat your tribute like crazy!

   Frantically looking at his friend with knife-like eyes, he waited until Lang Lang and Jay Chou stood on the left and right sides of the painting before turning his gaze.

  Just looking at the scene, he didn't feel much.

  So he moved closer to Xu Xin, wanting to see what it felt like in the camera.

  The results look...

Yo?

  This effect is OK.

   "Sit side by side on the sofa, both of you, and discuss this painting."

  Following Xu Xin's instructions, the two quickly followed suit.

   "Old Wolf, your posture... is a little soft... Forget it, I am very satisfied with this composition..."

   While talking, he took a few photos.

   "Auntie will change her clothes in a while, and then she can sit down. Just this background, let's take a look..."

   "Wait a minute."

Wang Sicong interrupted his friend, and then sat between the two of them, with Richter's abstract painting on top of his head, Lang Lang and the wheel on both sides. After sitting on the sofa, he crossed his legs and deliberately He raised his head and made an arrogant look:

   "Come, come, take a photo for the three of us. I have already thought about the theme~"

   "What theme?"

   "Money makes art!"

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  Following Wang Sicong's words, the three of them were taken aback.

   And Xu Xin looked at the composition of the camera...

   Not to mention, Lao Wang's words are quite accurate.

He was sitting on the sofa, with that kind of domineering arrogance, plus his own "money" attribute, together with Lang Lang on the left of the picture, the transformation in the middle, and Jay Chou on the right... just formed a kind of "one person supports two people, one painting" "The sense of déjà vu.

  The taste... the generalization is really accurate.

  So, he thought about it and asked Jay Chou:

   "Do you have that flamboyant ring? What about the Houdini cane I gave you?"

   "Uh, in the showroom."

   "Go get it, and find him... seven or eight rings, the more pompous the better."

"…Sure."

  Although he didn't know what he looked like in the camera, he still ran out quickly.

   Soon, a jewelry box and a walking stick were brought over by him.

   "You choose."

  Xu Xin opened the box, and suddenly...all kinds of jewels.

  He picked and picked a few rings, and handed them to Wang Sicong directly:

   "Put them all on, and then you put them out... the shape of holding the cane with two hands, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

   "Understood, Laomei's RICH&POWERPOSE of power and money, right?"

   "What the **** is lying down?"

   "...What have you learned in English in the past few months?"

  The eldest young master was speechless, but his whole posture began to lean forward, and his two hands covered with jewel rings supported the cane:

   "Is that right?"

   But Xu Xin was stunned suddenly, and a flash of light flashed in his mind...

   After a pause, he nodded:

"Yes, that's it. You two sit down~ Old wolf, your expression should be relaxed, and you should have that kind of laughing feeling. Wheel, your expression should be serious, as if you are listening to a symphony...OKOK, don't move ah..."

   "Kacha Kacha Kacha..."

   A shutter sounded.

   "Okay, that's it..."

  Following Xu Xin's words, the three hurried over to see the finished product.

  Xu Xin walked quickly to the edge of the table, picked up a piece of draft paper and began to write quickly.

  The three of them gathered around to watch.

  Wang Sicong won't mention it, seeing his appearance, I can feel the taste of money everywhere.

   But Lang Lang and Jay Chou asked a question at the same time:

   "I feel the style is so strange / oh."

Seeing himself in the camera wearing a normal shirt and jeans, but with a playful expression, and Jay Chou, who was wearing a very trendy brand sweater but with an extremely serious expression, Lang Lang curiously asked Xu Xin, who was writing something. road:

   "What do you want to express?"

   "..."

  Xu Xin didn't answer him, but continued writing in his notebook.

   Seeing this, the three of them approached.

  Wang Sicong was the closest. Looking at the handwriting written by Xu Xin, he subconsciously read out:

  "Xin Xiaofeng, absolute justice, philosophical argument, truth and hypocrisy. (Goodness: Emphasis on results rather than motives)--Is it worthy of salvation?

  From the perspective of Yi Guchun, struggling, can a person do good a hundred times and do evil once, can they be exchanged in equal value? Man is not an animal, absolute rationality and absolute sensibility.

  Whether the Buddha Dharma, which is neither good nor evil, is correct → speculative relationship.

  Zilu accepts cattle→truth and goodness, Zigong redeems people→hypocrisy, absolute kindness, sacrifice, can one obtain (spiritual) salvation?

   Dissect the characters and hearts, and let the audience evaluate.

   "Sunspot"."

  Wang Sicong read this, and Xu Xin wrote this.

   Stop writing.

   Trapped in thought.

Seeing this, the three of them have already guessed it. Old Xu must have got some kind of inspiration to give the book "Sunspot"... or the characters in this script... about "truth, goodness and hypocrisy". properties of speculative relationships.

  Although I can't understand it, in essence, it is the same as the three of us when we took pictures just now.

  As a pianist, Lang Lang must be in the "classical category", but he is laughing and joking, while Jay Chou, as a pop singer, has a serious face.

  This sense of contrast is similar to what Lao Xu wrote.

  In fact, they are all arguments of truth and hypocrisy.

  He should also get some inspiration from here.

  Good guy...or Lao Xu is the director.

  Things I think are different from others.

  Just by taking a photo, so many things can be extended, and the most important thing is that it can be connected.

  Don’t mention anything else, just look at what Lao Xu is writing now. Regardless of the plot of this "Sunspot", the core of the script must not be wrong.

   It is the kind of movie that can make people think deeply after watching it.

  In addition to the fact that Lao Xu has always believed that "movies start from the story", the story of this film must be no problem.

  If this core old Xu can make it, then this film... must be a very, very high-quality film.

   Just looking at what he wants to express is already attractive enough.

   What's more...Old Xu himself doesn't like things with a particularly high threshold, so this film will definitely not be that kind of high-brow.

  A simple photo can make this kind of moth...

   is also exaggerated enough.

but…

  Why is Lao Xu stuck?

  The three of them are thinking about...

   But Xu Xin suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and quickly scratched a few times on the four words "Sunspot" with a pen, and then wrote four words on a new line:

   "Scorching Sun and Heart".