May, Shanghai.

Along the long Huashan Road, both sides of the road are planted with tall French plane trees, and when the branches sprout in spring, they are already lush and green, shading from the sun, like a green tunnel.

Most of the garden houses built in the twenties and thirties of the last century, there are many former residences of celebrities, it is the earliest rich area in Shanghai, and there is also a loud name called "Shangjiao" after liberation.

A sky-blue Santana 2,000-type taxi turned into a side branch road at a three-way intersection along this Huashan Road, and stopped at the door of an old western-style café converted from an old western-style house.

A tall, lanky man wearing a beige baseball cap and sunglasses got out of the car and saw him wearing a Burberry T-shirt in the same color as the hat, a pair of khaki slacks underneath, and a pair of sneakers with a matching logo on his feet, and walked straight to the café.

"Welcome!"

Pushing open the black lattice glass door, a refreshing-looking waitress greeted her and asked with a professional smile, "Sir, how many?"

"I made an appointment ......"

Before he finished his words, he saw a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby flat head and a pair of black-rimmed glasses standing up and waving to him on the seat facing the garden window: "Xiaohe, here!"

He Xin looked happy, nodded slightly at the waitress, and walked over quickly.

"Director, I haven't seen you for a long time, it's rare to go back to your hometown?"

"I still don't know if I'm from Shanghai, Guizhou, Beijing, or Hu Jian. Wang Xiaoshuai shook his hand, with a smile on his face but a very emotional tone.

He was born in Shanghai, grew up in Guizhou, and then went to school in the capital, and his work was assigned to Hu Jian, whose hukou is still in Hu Jian.

"Please, sir!"

The waitress who greeted the customer brought over a complimentary glass of lemonade and handed over the order.

He Xin didn't turn it over, and asked directly, "Do you have a cream cake here?"

The waitress was a little puzzled and hurriedly introduced: "Sir, we have matcha cake, cheesecake, Black Forest, and ...... here."

He interrupted with a wave of his hand, "I want that kind of pure milk cake, a cream cake like ruby." ”

"Sir, please wait a moment, I'll help you ask. "The waitress is clearly not skilled in some business.

"You didn't eat lunch?" asked Wang Xiaoshuai after taking a sip of coffee.

"No, it's just gluttony, and I like this one. He Xin said with a smile.

As he spoke, he asked again: "Director, when are you going to start the new movie "Me 11" you told me last time?"

"Well, this project can't go ahead now. ”

Speaking of this topic, Wang Xiaoshuai looked a little embarrassed.

"Investors divested?"

He Xin's first thought was this, the market was sluggish in recent years, and the biggest problem in making movies was money.

"Not really. ”

Wang Xiaoshuai shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's my reason, I haven't figured out how to tell this story until now, rather than forcibly making it into a pot of raw rice, it's better to put it aside for the time being." ”

“......”

When He Xin heard this, he was speechless, and at the same time, he secretly mourned for the investors behind him. You said that everyone had invested their money, and you have been tinkering for more than half a year, and then you said, "I'm not ready, I won't shoot!"

I don't know how the other investor felt when he heard his words?

This is probably the hypocrisy of the so-called cultural people!

Just when he didn't know how to pick up Wang Xiaoshuai's words, the waitress happened to come over and said, "Sir, we can make the kind of fresh milk cake you want." ”

"Oh, thank you, then come and visit. ”

"Excuse me? ”

"Uh, yes, not too much, just that big. As he spoke, he made a gesture of three or four inches.

"Yes, sir, do you want coffee?"

"Coffee, no need, thank you!"

"Sir, please wait a moment. ”

Seeing the back of the waitress leaving, Wang Xiaoshuai said with a smile: "The waiters now are basically from other places, and they don't understand what a guest is." ”

"I'm also used to it, since I was a child, my dad made me speak Shanghainese and was familiar with everything in Shanghai, but he was worried that one day I would be looked down upon when I returned to Shanghai, and I was afraid that people would say that I was a countryman. ”

With the fusion of memories and the passage of time, he has already recognized his current identity as He Xin, as for the He Xiaozu in his previous life, he seems to be becoming more and more indifferent.

"Yes, whether it is my parents' generation who went to the third line of support, or your father, an educated youth who went to the frontier to cut the queue, even if he can't come back, he must try his best to let his children return to Shanghai. ”

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, shook his head with emotion, and said, "It's really exactly the same, pity the hearts of parents all over the world!"

He Xin nodded and recalled: "I remember that since I was a child, my father told me to study hard, and I must be admitted to a university in Shanghai in the future, and then I stayed here and started a family." It's a pity that my academic performance was very poor at that time, so I don't want to be angry!"

Thinking of the experience of the original owner of this body, he always has an inexplicable sadness. When his soul pierced into this body, and fused with the soul of this body, he still can't understand why he became He Xin, it may be that the owner of this body also passed away at that time, and his soul was brought back to life the more he wore it.

He Xin is unlucky, but at the same time lucky.

Wang Xiaoshuai looked at him with a sad face, thinking that he was thinking of his deceased parents, and comforted: "You see that you are not very good now, you have become a big star, I heard that you bought a house here some time ago, and your parents can also look at you when they see you so promising under Jiuquan." ”

He Xin shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If my parents were still here, I might still be a gangster in a small county in the northeast, maybe I wouldn't have come to the capital at all, and I wouldn't have met you, so I wouldn't have been able to embark on the road I am on now." Speaking of which, it's all fate!"

Think about He Xiaozu in his previous life, just like most ordinary people, he has lived in the small county town of his hometown all his life. It may be that the southeast coast is a little more developed than the northeast in all aspects, and there are more opportunities.

Maybe He Xin, who is in a small county town in the northeast, can't get along, or he may come out to work, like countless people in Beijing and Shanghai who are begging for a living, as a construction worker, security guard, waiter, courier brother, or go astray and go to prison, who knows?

"Forget it.,Don't talk about this.,You take a look first.,I think you should like this book.。 ”

may be unconsciously that the topic is a little heavy, Wang Xiaoshuai waved his hand, and as he spoke, he took out a script from his bag and handed it over.

He Xin took it and took a look, and the cover read "I Nineteen".

"This should be the second installment of your third-line series, right?"

Wang Xiaoshuai looked a little helpless, and said: "I 11 can't do half of it, it would be a pity if I gave up, and it was difficult for investors to explain." I wrote the book "My Nineteen" two years earlier, mainly because this book is written by others, and it is a book that combines what I heard in Guizhou with some real examples that I saw, which is relatively objective. Unlike "Me 11", I wrote about my own youth, and there was always a mentality of gaining and losing. ”

At this moment, the freshly made cream cake was served, and it was obviously bigger than he had made before.

"Would you like some?"

Wang Xiaoshuai hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I can't afford this, you don't see me drinking coffee without sugar." No way, I went to check my body a while ago, and my blood sugar was a little high, and the doctor said that if it progressed, I might have diabetes. ”

"Director, you haven't turned forty this year, how can this be?" He Xin couldn't help but worry.

"How many of us are in good health? Most of them are caused by stress and irregular lifestyles. Therefore, you must pay attention to it when you are young now, otherwise all kinds of problems will emerge when you are older. ”

"I'm fine, I can eat and sleep, and I run every morning. ”

As for He Xin, who has already died once, every time he thinks of all kinds of regrets that lingered on the hospital bed in his previous life, he finally lives again, and he cares about his physical health. Don't want to live a long life, but want to live this life smoothly like ordinary people, but don't burp like in your previous life.

The script of "My Nineteen" is only more than 50 pages in total, and it adds up to 40,000 or 50,000 words at most, mainly because there are not many dialogues in the script, and more of a description of the character's psychology.

He Xin was flipping through the script while eating the cake at first, but gradually he stopped taking a fork to fork the cake, and he was very fascinated by the script.

Wang Xiaoshuai, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but have a smug smile on his face when he saw this scene.

He Xin read it very carefully, and it took him almost an hour to finish reading this book.

"Director, are all the stories in this true?"

It should be said that the plot in the book is very sadistic, and he is very worried to watch.

"Elopement, Stronghead, Shooting, and Madness are all real, but the characters are fictional, and I just focused several stories on a specific character. This was the state of existence of our generation in those days. ”

He nodded, artistic creation is generally in this pattern, all events are concentrated on a few characters in particular, so as to create a strong dramatic conflict.

"At the earliest, you told me that you wanted to make a story that reflected the third line, probably this is the book, right?"

Wang Xiaoshuai nodded, a little shy, and said: "At the beginning, I wanted to make this film, but then I thought that a film was not enough to reflect, so I wanted to make a trilogy, but the first shot didn't start." ”

Compared with Lou Ye and Section Chief Jia, the two so-called leaders of the sixth generation of directors, Wang Xiaoshuai's style is more traditional and pays more attention to storytelling, unlike Section Chief Jia, who focuses on the expression of emotions, and Lou Ye is even more obsessed with showing off skills.

After reading this book, He Xin felt a little regretful in his heart, the story is a good story, but the story revolves around a tragedy caused by a father and a nineteen-year-old daughter in a family because of their different ideas and aspirations for future life.

As a result, the struggle between the nineteen-year-old daughter and the father who imposes his ideals on his daughter becomes the main line of the story, and other characters, including the nineteen-year-old daughter's first love boyfriend Kogen, are reduced to secondary characters.

"Director, you mean you want me to play Kogen?"

Wang Xiaoshuai will not come to Shanghai to invite himself to coffee for no reason today, which is clear in He Xin's heart the moment he took out the script. He regrets that such a good script does not have a suitable role of his own, and the biggest possibility is to play the first boyfriend of his nineteen-year-old daughter - a young man from a local family who has just entered the factory as a temporary worker named Xiaogen.

"Don't be funny, with your looks, can you play Xiaogen? This character is only nineteen years old!" Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't help laughing.

He Xin originally looked old, compared to when Wang Xiaoshuai first met him four years ago, because he was still a little childish when he was a fledgling, it was okay to play Xiaogui in "Bicycle". Now his temperament is becoming more and more mature, and there is no problem at all in playing a middle-aged man in his thirties, but it is obviously unrealistic to play a nineteen-year-old Xiaogen.

"I want to ask you to make a cameo appearance in the role of Lu Jun, you can rest assured that the schedule will not be too long, at most half a month, what do you think?"

Lu Jun?

He Xin was stunned for a moment, the second generation of a third-tier worker family also from Shanghai, a few years older than Qinghong, is a trend-setting figure, quite a street ruffian. enlarged the belly of the girl on the farm next door, and got along with Qinghong's best friend Xiaozhen. Under the pressure of his father, he had to marry a farm girl who was overbelly, but eloped with Xiao Zhen.

It's obviously a first-generation scumbag.

Thinking of the scumbag Liu Dongbei he played in "Chinese-Style Divorce" before, he was somewhat unconfident, but under Wang Xiaoshuai's expectant gaze, he still nodded and said, "No problem, director!"

Seeing him so refreshing, Wang Xiaoshuai was a little embarrassed and said: "Xiaohe, in fact, it's a bit unreasonable to let you, a big star, play a supporting role, this time, even if you ask me a favor." ”

After all, this film will be his first work after returning to the system, and compared to several other characters in the film, he also considers the need for a big star to hold him down.

"Director, anyway, I still say the same thing, as long as you need it, I have a word here. ”

As the leader who guided him to this path, He Xin has always been grateful to Wang Xiaoshuai. He regrets that such a good script does not have a role suitable for him, and it is still second to play the leading role or a supporting role.

"And this salary, you know that the investors have invested a lot of money, and I have already made some of it because of myself, and the rest may be a little nervous, you see......"

Before Wang Xiaoshuai finished speaking, He Xin had already begun to wave his hand, and his expression was even a little unhappy: "Director, you still treat me as an outsider! Don't think about the salary, if there is any leftover, you can watch and give me two dates, if there is no leftover, let's go back and talk about it." ”

However, he was still a little curious: "Director, who will play Qinghong?"