"Liang...Sister Bingbing has also been exposed to some things in the factory this year. Her mentality has also undergone some...changes. In the past, she just wanted to find a backer, but now she really wants to rely on the factory.

With the strength inside, move forward higher."

"Yes. The factory has indeed improved in all aspects in the past two years. It is also a skill to adapt to the situation."

"Mr. Tian and I have been chatting a lot lately. I attended a film festival two days ago. Do you know about this?"

"I heard about it. You just added some interviews... What's going on at the film festival?"

"It's the people from this film exhibition..."

After hanging up the phone, we picked up these scraps and chatted with them.

The so-called profession has specialization.

You and the old man are talking about intrigues, or about this capital, that entertainment company, etc... He really doesn't understand.

Even though he is also in this circle.

For example, even the emperor needs hundreds of officials to monitor the world. This is actually the truth.

From his location, he cannot see much of the ecology at the bottom.

Even though he came from the bottom.

This is also the main reason why he repeatedly emphasized to Xu Xin that art should not be divorced from the soil of the masses.

It's not that he doesn't want to see it, it's that what he sees...at least in some aspects, is always what he wants to see.

Others would not put anything that might cause displeasure to a great director in front of him.

What Xu Xin talked about was more real.

Including the revenue from the advertising of "The Voice", the attitude of Shaanxi and Taiwan, and the attitude of the factory, and even talked about the Fifth Generation's plan to organize a film festival.

After hearing this, Zhang Yimou couldn't help but nodded.

"What Lao Tian said is right... We were not afraid of anything at the time, but now that I think about it, the old factory director did the right thing.

"You didn't understand the principle of surviving in the cracks at that time?

"Who would let two walls squeeze them in when they have nothing to do?"

Zhang Yimou asked a question in return. Then he said:

"As for the film festival jury...you don't have to worry.

"With you in charge, I won't worry."

"...When did I say I was going to participate?"

Hearing Xu Xin's words, he was speechless for a while.

But as he said this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

How could you not participate?

Don't mention anything else, just talk about Xiao Xu, don't you have to participate?

Laughing dumbly, he sighed:

"Sigh... I can see that you also have a troubled temper. Just don't run too far away, just like this time. You should go home more often and spend more time with Yang Mi and your children. The children will grow up.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, he will be so big. Don’t realize that you lacked companionship for your child until then. Childhood regrets are difficult to make up for, you know?

"I got it."

Xu Xin responded sincerely.

Then, the two picked up "Hawthorn Tree" and "Jinling" and chatted for a while.

Zhang Yimou basically didn’t mention Zhang Weiping again.

Although his attitude was clear, "You don't want to broadcast my movies anymore," he didn't say any more.

Obviously, years of friendship made him still want to protect Zhang Weiping.

And Xu Xin also understands...

In other words, he already understood the old man's attitude since he never mentioned the thermos cup he gave him.

From a moral perspective, there are some things that Xu Xin cannot shake off.

However, for the old man, some things are more important than morality.

Xu Xin didn't say anything at all: "Ah, you and Zhang Weiping should stop being together." Abba Ababa.

In this way, he felt that there was no difference between himself and Zhang Weiping.

He respects the old man, so what he can do is help the old man build roads and bridges over mountains and rivers where he is unaware. Instead of

It's about forcing one's will on a great director.

Doing this is actually very stupid and stupid. It will even take a lot of effort.

To do something that might have been simple.

However, there is no way. Who can make the old man relent?

...

After chatting for more than an hour, Zhang Yimou's phone rang again.

He glanced at Xu Xin, stood up and said:

"Let's go, he should wake up." "...Well, okay."

Xu Xin responded with a smile,

I walked out with him and when we reached the second floor, the girls who were still practicing in the dance studio had moved to another room.

And there is also the sound of tinkling musical instruments.

Xu Xin took a look through the glass, there were two...how should I put it.

The old gentleman, who has the power of movement and spirit, is sitting as tall as a pine tree. He is wearing a cheongsam, has his hair permed, and is holding a folding fan.

One person plays and the other sings.

A group of girls stood behind Ni Ni who was sitting on a chair, also holding pipa in their hands, listening.

Although the gentleman standing there is old, he still has that charming smile.

Those... Xu Xin didn't know the names of those movements such as hand-twisting and arm-waving, coupled with the soft accent, he immediately understood how extravagant and elegant the Qinhuai scenery was back then.

Then...

He couldn't understand what was being sung, but the tune was familiar to him.

He hummed along unconsciously:

"In the middle of the night~~~~~~~Qiuxiang~sister made a plan - she said it will be late~~~~~~~~~Qiuxiang~ I'll take a look at the flowers~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ will come later~"

Aaaaa---"

"..."

Zhang Yimou, who was accompanying him outside to watch these girls attend class, was speechless.

"Have you heard too much, Guo Degang?" "….....hehe."

Xu Xin was a little embarrassed, but he could sing these few lines.

I can't remember what I sang next.

After all, his surname is not Wu either. 14 turned to Zhang Yimou and asked:

"Isn't this the "Flower Stage" by Teacher Guo?"

"This is called "Wuxi Scene", the brand of "Photography Terrace"..."

After saying that, he said something like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

After all, you are also a great director, why are you still so ignorant? Don’t you usually read books? Where are you reading them? "

...hey-hey."

Seeing that he was not ashamed but proud to laugh out loud, Zhang Yimou was even more speechless: "You can still laugh? Why are you laughing?"

"This is what Mr. Tian often says. But you two say it in different ways. He dislikes me for wasting his good tea... and also says that I am unlearned and incompetent.

While talking, Xu Xin couldn't help scratching his head.

Do you think I'm really that ignorant?

I don't think so.

It's because the questions you asked are too out of line... I just picked things I don't understand.

Either it’s tea, or it’s some kind of melodious sound...

If you want to talk about spending money...that doesn't seem to work either.

If I can’t spend even 7,000 yuan a month, who am I qualified to pay others to spend money?
To be continued...