"You have to...change your way of life."

Da da da da.

Along with this sound, two words appeared on the screen:

"Director: Xu Xin"

…

"Dudu~ Hey, my Di'er, you've got off the plane? Call Xiao Li and I'll pick you up. What do you want to eat tonight? Abalone? Dad has made a reservation."

The unique northern Shaanxi dialect came out from the mouth of my old man, Xu Daqiang.

And listening to the "click-click" collision sound inside, Xu Xin knew that his father must be playing mahjong again.

Is it gambling? Definitely.

A handful of 50,000 yuan.

But for Xu Daqiang, it is just a pastime.

Xu Xin's home was actually quite ordinary a few years ago. Even judging from that dream, his home was almost the most standard microcosm of the group of people who got rich from coal mines.

Obviously when I was a child, my family had to go along the highway to make money by selling bowls of noodles to the big trucks that blocked the highway because of tuition and fees issues. This was actually not unusual. The reason why the truck drivers ran away was partly because of the highway.

It is not yet developed. On the other hand, to save costs, we take provincial roads.

Provincial roads are narrow, crowded, and prone to traffic jams. At Xu Xin's house, a traffic jam would last a day or even two or three days.

The food on the truck driver's truck was easily eaten, after all, car refrigerators were not common at that time. Therefore, the villagers along the road would push a tricycle with pots of boiling water on it and carry instant noodle buckets to sell bowls of noodles to the driver.

It is a very good source of income to supplement the business.

Of course, if you don't feel embarrassed, you can stand in the middle of the road begging for food with a long bamboo pole that can reach the driver's window of the cart, with a cloth bag on it.

If you give me money, let the car pass. If you don't, I'll lie in front of the car. The money comes in faster than selling a bowl of noodles, but you still need to lose face.

In short, Xu Xin's family was not wealthy when he was a child. Not to mention his quality of life... A man whose wife has died has two boys, and if he can support them until they grow up, that's not bad.

Until one day...the village chief called a meeting and told the villagers...coal was discovered in our village. It is the kind of large-cal coal that is particularly resistant to burning and is very valuable.

In this way, a mother died young, and the father worked hard to pull the two sons off, and then suddenly made a king bomb.

And when he has money, Xu Daqiang likes to play cards.

Anyway, there is no need to worry about this day, just start enjoying life.

But don't fight with outsiders.

Just a few uncles and brothers who grew up together with me in my village.

Every time I win or lose, it's only about a million, which doesn't hurt my friendship.

And everyone is just having fun, and they all know what they are doing.

Xujiacun may not have any other advantages, but from top to bottom there is not a single coward or a bastard.

But it's a different matter for outsiders.

Maybe this is the blessing of ancestors.

At this moment, listening to his father's voice, Xu Xin said:

"Dad, I don't want to go back."

"spread!?"

A high-pitched voice on the other end of the phone:

"Aren't you coming back? Are you going to do it?"

"Homework. Final homework for the university. The teacher asked us to make a short video, and I wrote a story. I plan to use this holiday to film it. I will go back during the Chinese New Year."

"Well……"

Listening to his son's excuse, Xu Daqiang was a little confused for a moment.

But the confusion was immediately suppressed, and he nodded vigorously while holding the phone:

"Okay! Then have a good time shooting! Learn from your husband well and learn well!"

"Okay, then I'm done with it. Just tell my brother that I'm done with it."

"Um!"

After hanging up the phone, the shirtless Xu Daqiang looked at the deck of cards in his hand, happily played one and said with a smile:

"Hey, do you know what Washesa is?"

"Sawa?"

"Sa? It seems like you're not coming back?"

"?"

Looking at the brothers who had grown up together, Xu Daqiang's eyes were full of pride, and the smugness in his tone was undisguised:

"Washe will come back later. I have to stay at school and do some homework from my teacher~ I'm studying...hehe."

Following his laughter, several people with thick gold chains hanging around their necks looked at each other...

"Oh MGP, if that bastard here dares not to do his homework, I'll whip him with a belt...wait, I'll give him a call!"

With one person taking the lead, the three brothers each picked up their mobile phones...

And listening to their jumping and cursing, Xu Daqiang looked at his cards happily.

Well... with three mixed players, this card... is sure to win.

…

Xu Xin didn't know what happened to his father, but he just looked at the script that he spent more than three hours writing...

Judging from his poor professional knowledge, which he didn't pay much attention to, this script can support a story of about ten minutes at most.

but……

Maybe it's because the dream was too real?

On the contrary, he felt that the story he wrote was particularly good.

Like it however you like it.

I can’t wait to film it soon!

But there is no rush yet.

Even as a freshman, he understands that after the director has the script and before deciding to shoot, the most important task is the so-called storyboarding.

First, establish the story's story points. For example, when shooting, should you use a flat angle? Or use a crane? Or how to do a close-up, etc.

These are the activities that best reflect the director's skills.

As for the angle...he doesn't quite understand it yet.

but.

This is his first "child" in front of him. Even if he becomes a father for the first time, he hopes to be perfect!

I touched my belly and looked at the sky again.

It's only noon.

Not hungry yet.

Then let’s move on to liver…why use the word liver?

Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

But he didn't care, he put the notebook aside, rummaged through the bookshelf, and found a stack of draft paper and pencils. He first drew a square frame on the paper.

This represents the lens.

And the first act of the unnamed first script story...

Let’s start here.

Looking at the square grid outlined by the pencil, for no apparent reason, Xu Xin found a... very different kind of novelty.

His Beijing Film Academy directorship was created with money.

And the reason for coming here is also very simple...

How can a girl who can be a star have poor conditions?

Find a celebrity girlfriend.

It's that simple.

So I randomly chose a director who could unspoken rules for girls...

After attending a few classes after the semester started and realizing that he was really not interested, he went straight to the performance department.

I know a lot of girls, but unfortunately... compared to that era in my dream, girls today are more reserved. If you want to get along, you have to make friends...
To be continued...