The group left the pavilion, got into a few cars, and walked away slowly.

"Where is this going?"

Zhou Mu stared through the car window at the light rain like cow hair outside, like a silk needle, floating on the clear lake, like fog.

"There is a Buddhist hall nearby, hundreds of years old. ”

Bu Jin explained with a smile: "The fasting food there is also a local must. Back then, Zhang Bo's favorite vegetarian meal in the Buddhist hall, white soup and shredded tofu. ”

"Therefore, at the annual gathering, after everyone cruises to enjoy the scenery, the last stop is to go to the Buddhist hall to taste a delicious vegetarian feast. ”

"Oh!"

Zhou Mu's eyes were clear.

To put it bluntly, everyone else is lobbyists, and the main lord is preparing a sumptuous feast in the Buddha hall, waiting for everyone to go and enjoy it.

If there is anything, it is more relaxed to talk about it at the dinner table, and it will not be embarrassing.

There is no good feast.

But Zhou Mu did not refuse.

Because he himself has his own plans.

"Alas. ”

Bu Jin sighed and said, "Zhou Mu, do you know why Lao Shi and I went against our original intentions and changed our positions?"

"Mr. Bu, I don't blame you. ”

Zhou Mu immediately said: "I know that there are some things, and you can't help yourself. After all, the project of "Zhang Bo" biopic is not only the business of a bunch of investors and capitalists, but also the ...... of relevant departments at the cultural level Care. ”

"It's good that you understand. ”

Bu Jin's eyes were full of relief, and he said softly: "Actually, after this project changed hands, I didn't want to get involved in this matter. ”

"But a few days ago, the relevant departments came to the door and complained to me......"

Bu Jin said helplessly: "They told me that many people have put a lot of effort into this matter. If the project is interrupted, everyone's hard work will be wasted. ”

"Although I know that there is some exaggeration or a change of concept, there is some truth to what they say. ”

Bu Jin said sincerely: "So we agreed to come down and organize this gathering to create an environment for some people. For the rest, we remain neutral. They can convince you that that's what they're capable of. If you can't convince us, you can't blame us. ”

"Such a big project, Zhang Huang retired from illness and someone immediately took over, how could it be that without us, it would not be able to operate?"

Bu Jin is very direct and wise, "So Zhou Mu, what to do about this matter, you can decide for yourself, you don't need to consider our opinions, let alone look at our face, and force yourself to agree to something." ”

"Understood. ”

Zhou Mu nodded lightly.

In fact, when Chu Yuan spoke, he knew the other party's routine.

It is nothing more than oppressing people with righteousness, standing on the moral high ground, pointing fingers at you, and making you do things according to their ideas.

In this regard, Zhou Mu sneered in his heart, how could there be such a cheap thing in the world.

It's just a routine, and he doesn't know who can't, depending on who has a routine.

Drive for a few minutes and come to a slow stop.

The rain turned into raindrops, and screeched on the car window. The car door opened, and a group of people rushed over with umbrellas to help everyone keep out the rain.

Zhou Mu took the opportunity to take a look, this is the backyard of the Buddha Hall.

Rows of fine houses, neatly surrounded around the courtyard, the corners are dense bamboo, and there are more than a dozen towering ancient trees, the crown leaves are like covers, covering the sky and the sun.

Washed by the rain, the lush leaves are full of life and are very pleasing to the eye.

From the cobblestone path, I walked briskly to a house. The bamboo-and-wood structure of the house has been polished, polished, and painted, smooth and bright.

Everyone changed their shoes, walked on the suspended wooden plank, and entered the exquisite small building.

"Mr. Bu, Mr. Shi, Director Chu......"

In the living room of the small building, there were two or three people, waiting with smiles on their faces. It resembles a tea room, but with two or three bookshelves, creating a library atmosphere.

Zhou Mu walked by, and immediately someone smiled and stretched out his hand, "Teacher Zhou, welcome ......"

He turned his gaze, ignored the man, walked to the bookshelf next to him, and pulled out a random book to flip through it.

The man's palm suddenly hung in the air.

Ashamed?

Anger?

Embarrassed?

Inexistent.

The other party was very natural, rubbed his hands together, and turned his head to greet the others, "Come, come, everyone sit." We made a pot of hot tea, and everyone took two sips to warm up. This rain is coming, it's a little cool, don't catch a cold. ”

Bu Jin and the others, no one felt that Zhou Mu's actions were humiliating and rude.

Because this person is one of the producers of the biopic "Zhang Bo".

Everyone knows what happened.

It was the crew who kicked Zhou Mu out first, whether it was Zhang Huang's reason or Mo Huaixuan's personal grudges, anyway, judging from the process and results, it was the crew who was sorry for Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu is in charge of this matter.

I didn't refuse to come, this is kindness, to give face.

didn't scold on the spot, this is self-cultivation.

So what else to expect?

No one is upset with the producer, not even the producer himself, who takes it for granted.

He also felt that Zhou Mu's ability to come was a victory, which meant that it could be discussed.

I'm afraid that if I don't see it, there will be no hope.

He also knew that some things were in a hurry, so he simply stopped talking, and motioned to two or three of his subordinates to treat himself as a waiter and pour tea and water beside him.

As it turned out, it was a smart move.

As a few people "hidden", Bu Jin and others began to chat.

The sky is boundless. The messiness of the theme and the sloppyness of thinking have to fight with the author of the online article to write a small white article.

Chu Yuan participated in a few words and drank two or three cups of tea. After more than ten minutes, he walked towards Zhou Mu under the producer's constant hints.

He glanced at the book in Zhou Mu's hand, and immediately smiled: "This is a collection of Zhang Bo's articles, or the version compiled by the memorial." If Mr. Zhou likes it, I will give you a copy of the original final version. ”

"No need to ......"

Zhou Mu casually refused.

He sighed with emotion, this so-called collection is more than a dozen articles.

Ancient articles, as short as a few hundred words, long no more than a few thousand words, pay attention to the text to carry the Tao, concise and concise, so the length is not long.

A dozen articles, twenty or thirty pages, you can do it.

But this collection has more than 100 pages, which is very thick. In addition to Zhang Bo's article, the rest of the content is basically a variety of famous comments.

The reviews are more than ten times larger than the article.

In essence, it is a bunch of famous artists, rubbing Zhang Bo's popularity. If Zhang Bo had a spirit underground, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

But then again, the so-called cultural accumulation seems to be like this, from generation to generation, and then from generation to generation.

Zhou Mu's alienation was expected by Chu Yuan.

He didn't mind sticking a hot face to a cold buttocks, continued to glance, saw the chapter that Zhou Mu was watching, and immediately smiled: "Teacher Zhou, you just swam to East Lake, and now you read Zhang Bo's East Lake miscellaneous, do you have any feelings?"

East Lake Miscellaneous, about five or six hundred words, classical Chinese.

If it weren't for the annotations, Zhou Mu might not be able to understand it. Thanks to the comments of the famous author, he was able to appreciate the ...... of the article The text is simple, and the feelings are real!

Miscellaneous, indeed very miscellaneous.

It was recorded that one day, Zhang Bo came to East Lake to fish, and he didn't catch any fish when it rained, but he listened to the rain in the pavilion and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the wind and rain in the lake, which was also a blessing in life.

After that, it's time to express your feelings. He thought of when he was a teenager, he liked the rainy season very much, and walked in the rain with his friends, chasing and frolicking, and was very happy.

Then, he thought of wandering for half a life, leaving him alone, and he couldn't help but turn from joy to sadness, and his mood became sad.

When the rain stopped, he came to the Buddha hall and tasted a bowl of shredded tofu in white soup.

Calm down, and go home!

"Curator Chu......"

Zhou Mu rolled up the book and answered the question, "What do you think Zhang Bo means to us modern people?"

"Huh?"

Chu Yuan was stunned.

The others faintly heard the noise, and also stopped chatting and listened intently.

Do you want to sit and talk?

Chu Yuan smiled, what he liked the most was this kind of thing.

So he groaned a little, and then said slowly: "Teacher Zhou, in my opinion, Zhang Bo has never meant anything to everyone, but what we think he means. ”

"Because he's no longer human, he's a cultural symbol. ”

Chu Yuan was a little excited, "When it comes to Zhang Bo, the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is his famous works, his deeds, his cultural thoughts, the cultural memorial hall, the thatched hall, the East Lake, and a bowl of white soup and tofu shredded in the Buddha hall......"

"It can be everything, it can be nothing. ”

Chu Yuan's voice regained calm, but surging emotions were brewing, "Teacher Zhou, under the cultural symbol of Zhang Bo, he can tolerate everything, including what we need him to tolerate. Do you understand me when I say that?"

Well!

Bu Jin and the others couldn't help but nod slightly.

From these words, it can be known that Chu Yuan is indeed qualified to sit in the position of director of the Zhang Bo Cultural Memorial Hall. Even if his theory is just a simple statement, it has merit.

"Is it just a symbol?"

Zhou Mu groaned, he walked to the window and pushed it open.

The rain outside was getting more intensive, and a cold wind blew in, and the cold chill made everyone shrink back.

The raindrops the size of beans hit the tiles.

Didi, didi.

A melody, quite beautiful.

"Alas!"

Zhou Mu suddenly sighed, and the moment he turned around, his mood became depressed.

The sad look on his face is very obvious.

He's about to start performing......

Everyone was stunned, they didn't understand before chatting, the atmosphere was good, why did Zhou Mu change his face all of a sudden?

Without waiting for them to ask why.

Zhou Mujuanshu's hand was already behind his back, his shoulders were not moving, he was taking steps under his feet, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and his eyes were bright and sad.

"The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind......"

Word by word, calm and powerful.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was thunder and a howling wind outside.

Everyone here was shocked physically and mentally.

They were dumbfounded, and watched Zhou Mu walk with wide eyes, walk in front of their eyes, and stand at the door facing the wind and rain.

"Now listening to the rain monks, the temples have stars. ”

The lonely figure, accompanied by a cold voice, was imprinted into their hearts.

"Joys and sorrows are always merciless. ”

"A pre-order ...... Drip till dawn!"

Boom!

Someone's chair collapsed and fell to the floor.

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