This story is very old-fashioned.

Once upon a time......

A teacher brings out a talented directing student.

The directing students are very good, and they basically have a unique understanding of art, and they have made a lot of movies with great artistic potential......

If there is no accident, this student will probably become the most potential director in Huaxia, and can even be regarded as a word of mouth.

However, later, this director and the teacher had an artistic disagreement.

The teacher thinks about the future impact of Huaxia......

The students, on the other hand, think about the freedom of art and the aesthetics of violence that comes from the depths of the soul.

Afterward......

This difference of opinion is getting bigger and bigger, the student feels that he is not free, he feels that the teacher is a waste, he feels that the country is suffocated everywhere, he can't bring out his real art in this environment, he thinks that movies should be free, and everyone is entitled to watch that kind of free art film......

At the same time, the student felt that a certain island country was full of freedom and etiquette, and at the same time, there was real art, and he felt that this kind of real art should also exist in China......

Even, the student felt that the war was just, he felt that the essence of this war was a righteous act, and even the essence of some massacres was also attached to the just war, not evil.

Later, in the midst of a fierce quarrel, the student left the country and vowed to use his talents to let the teacher know that he was right and that the whole country was wrong!

The students felt that he was right.

Then, the contradictions intensified......

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"Along the way, many people have left......" The small wine glass went down one by one, and Zhang Sheng, who had been silent, woke up slightly from his memories, and then sighed with emotion.

"......" Yang Rong accompanied Zhang Sheng to drink, and many times he wanted to speak and stopped.

Shen Lang also drank along, and he always felt that Zhang Sheng was very wrong.

I have known Zhang Sheng for a long time, but Shen Lang has never seen Zhang Sheng's expression.

"Once, Hong Kong Island was known as Oriental Hollywood, but, unfortunately, with the change of the times, when Fang Long and others left China, Oriental Hollywood completely became a gathering place for bad movies...... "Zhang Sheng thought of that era again in a trance.

Very splendid times.

However, then there was a sigh.

"Later, after the mainland movies began to officially enter the orbit, many people began to be different again, I don't know when it started, I always feel that the things outside are good, and my own things are bad, and then, I don't know when it started, Hollywood movies have gradually become the box office champions of Chinese movies every year, but Chinese movies rarely have really good movies...... A year, probably just a few. Zhang Sheng shook his head.

“......”

"This circle is starting to get very impetuous, and sometimes, I always wonder if we are wrong, or what are we wrong? After all, this is such a big country, and there are so many people in this country...... In many cases, it is not us who has the final say, but a responsibility......"

Under the not-so-bright light, Zhang Sheng suddenly coughed, and then looked out the window silently.

As if he thought of something again, his eyes flashed a little complicated, and then he sighed faintly.

“......”

"With great power comes great responsibility, and sometimes, when I watch these people come and go in this café, and see them talking about movies, the future, and China, I sometimes feel that I am already outdated...... In fact, it is indeed outdated...... I can't keep up with this era, and sometimes I want to do something, but I can't do anything about it. ”

“......”

"Shen Lang, drink, don't you like to drink the most on weekdays?

"Uncle Zhang...... I think you better not drink it, you're probably drunk. Shen Lang was silent for a long time, and after seeing Yang Rong's eyes, Shen Lang finally shook his head.

"Drunk, ten of you tied together, you may not be able to get me drunk, it's good to be drunk!" Zhang Sheng shook his head and took another sip of "Shen Lang......"

"Hmmm......"

"I know you're very capable, but you can play no matter how you play, but don't leave a stain!" Zhang Sheng stared at Shen Lang.

"Huh?" Shen Lang was stunned.

"Maybe you don't care, but a lot of people do...... Sometimes, what you do is an example in the eyes of others, in fact, although you don't want to admit it, as long as you are still in this circle, you have no way to ......" Zhang Sheng took out his mobile phone, and then pointed to some news on his mobile phone.

When Shen Lang saw these news, Shen Lang was suddenly stunned.

"Zhang made a big fuss about a musician's recital, openly questioned the authority of the musician, and was directly criticized by the musician for the Chinese audience being too unqualified! Zhang was furious when he was interviewed by reporters, why is Shen Lang okay like this, why can't I do this?"

After "......" saw the news, Shen Lang was stunned.

Suddenly there was a sense of déjà vu.

He remembered Chicole's concert.

Lu took a script, claiming to be a disciple of Shen Lang, defrauding a certain Bai Fumei and Wang of 1 million in Hengdian, promising that the movie would become popular, and then fled with the money, and when he was called to the police, Wang cried so much...... Two days later, Lu confessed after being arrested, it was Shen Lang who inspired him at the beginning, and he was Shen Lang's disciple......"

"......" Shen Lang was stunned again after seeing Lu.

He remembered the scene when he and Zhang Ya fooled around with investment.

He shook his head violently.

On the grounds of "dreams", a certain pyramid scheme organization Chen deceived a kind of relatives and friends into entering the pyramid scheme den to make a fortune, and talked about the success of "Shen Lang", successfully defrauding the students of huge tuition fees, and finally was arrested in the East Window incident...... He claimed that Shen Lang's speech inspired him!"

"......" Shen Lang's expression was complicated.

He remembered some of the operations at the beginning of "Gates of the Underworld......

"Zhang, a habitual fraudster, claimed to understand the art of decoration, defrauded 200,000 yuan of decoration funds, and talked about the way of feng shui, and deceived the owner of a diamond ......"

“......”

After seeing the news that was suppressed and not released, Shen Lang's expression was wonderful.

"How many of these people are your disciples?"

“......”

"How many people, in your name, do something bad?"

“......”

When Zhang Sheng finally said this, Shen Lang opened his mouth and suddenly felt very aggrieved.

These people have nothing to do with him.

It's none of his business.

However, when Shen Lang was in a trance for a while, he suddenly felt that these things were his business.

"Shen Lang, your success is too suggestive, many people think that as long as they follow your path, they can succeed...... It's not your fault, but they follow your example!"

Zhang Sheng looked at Shen Lang.

In fact, he really admired Shen Lang very much.

Ever since Huang Bo recommended to him that he had a student named Shen Lang, he had been paying attention to him......

He had never seen a person start from nothing, and he had never seen a person who could pull up such a large team and then let the people of these teams revolve around him.

Sometimes, Zhang Sheng feels that Shen Lang's success is inevitable.

However, in this inevitability, there are many things that are considered shortcuts by others.

Human nature is like this, they like to take shortcuts, and then, through shortcuts, get more and more benefits.

"Uncle Zhang......" Shen Lang smiled bitterly.

"I know that you have not broken the law, and besides, these people have no influence on you, I just want to tell you that as a public figure, many times, we have to think about the future...... A lot of negative news, a little less, it's better to ......" Zhang Sheng patted Shen Lang on the shoulder.

"Uncle Zhang, I understand. Shen Lang exhaled.

It's pretty fucked up inexplicably......

"Of course, it's not ......" Zhang Sheng seemed to think of something, and his eyes were more complicated, "It doesn't mean that you don't have freedom, you are free, you can do whatever you want as long as you don't break the law...... Sometimes, I just hope that you can live better, and at the same time, I also hope that there will be more good directors in Huaxia...... No, they're all making some scolded movies......"

“......”

"The era of the former Oriental Hollywood is over, and the mainland has begun to take off, but ......" Zhang Sheng shook his head.

“......”

"Over the years, many new directors have lost their way, Lao Mei has been relying on Hollywood to export their culture, while we in Huaxia have fallen into indescribable confusion......"

“......”

"Shen Lang, come on, don't lose!"

Subsequently......

Zhang Sheng drank a lot of wine again.

A lot of things were said.

Shen Lang had been listening silently, but Yang Rong's eyes were slightly red.

Especially after talking about the words Hollywood, it is obvious that I heard a burst of indescribable voices.

....................................

It's late at night.

The café is closed.

Yang Rong and Shen Lang walked out.

Under the silent street lamp, Yang Rong stopped, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang is a non-smoker, but after seeing Yang Rong's expression, he also took the cigarette and lit it.

He knew what Yang Rong had to tell him.

"Shen Lang ......"

"Brother Yang......"

"In Cannes this time, the teacher probably won't be able to go. Yang Rong suddenly said this.

"Huh, doesn't Uncle Zhang really want to go?"

"The teacher is sick...... Surgery is needed, and the probability of success is not too high......"

"What disease?"

"Cancerous ......"

"What!" Shen Lang shuddered.

"The teacher told me the other day that he wanted to clear your name, and then he hoped that you would be able to mingle in this circle well and honestly...... He rarely said such things. ”

"......" Shen Lang lowered his head.

He didn't hold the cigarette.

The smoke fell to the ground.

"Don't lose! at least don't lose to Kimura Kio!" Yang Rong patted Shen Lang on the shoulder, and then silently turned around and got into the car.

“......”

Shen Lang looked at this café blankly.

And then......

Bowed his head.